I had a large white horse which I called "Silver." I had ridden Silver in two horse races, and I had placed third in each race. Now it was time for the third and final race. But I couldn't find Silver. Abruptly I remembered that I had failed to feed Silver for a couple days and that Silver was probably out in the streets searching for something to eat.

I looked and looked until finally I saw a horse on a little side street. The horse seemed weak. At first I couldn't tell if the horse was Silver, but then I ascertained the horse was Silver. I mounted and made my way to the race track. I thought I needed to at least come in third place to win any prize money.

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