Valley is quickly tacked up for the final race.... The breeders cup.
She is up against a colt known as Foolish Pleasure
She is loaded into the starting gates, she looks at the colt and snorts, the gates shoot open and Valley stumbles she gets her balance back and charges off down the track, her and Foolish please are neck and neck
"Sorry i didnt pick you boy" Says my jockey, they are mid way down the track and Valley pulls ahead, Breathing heavily and so is Foolish, they can see the finish line and there is a loud crack and Valley falls to the ground, there is a gasp from the crowd
"Her cannon is broken" Says a vet