Here’s how it pans out.
Your horse has bolted, so you get up from your bed, frag the steward who told you it’s run off, throw all the other stewards into jail, slaughter your neighbor’s horses, declare that horses are henceforth deemed illegal and no family in the local community can own one, draw up a posse of armed vigilantes that will shoot at sight any person, living or dead, that is seen astride, beside or anywhere near any four-legged beast, get back home and discover you left the stable doors open last night.
The horse was called “Profits”, as it happens, and was scheduled for the Kentucky Derby.
