It's a very confusing memory, starting with the whistle. He's out through the gate with a jockey on his back, muttering under his breath things like "Gonna beat you motherfuckers gonna beat you beat you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread fucking horse" as he runs. Some of the other horses are normal but enchanted. Some are other kinds of fairy steeds or hell horses. But despite knowing the odds are against him, he somehow pulls ahead, seafoam sweat coming off him, and crosses the line first. As he jogs it off, his jockey swings off him and throws his arms around Star's equine neck.
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