She collapsed to her knees, panting and out of breath, at the pile of carrots in front of her. 58 seconds. Two seconds below a minute, right? She should feel proud, having finally gotten her victory at a great time... So why did her eyes feel wet? She knew this was a hollow victory. This hollow room wasn't a race-track, it was a pity party. Out there, Jovial Merryment probably got her 7th, 8th, 9th win of the season, while Cyan, stupid, stupid Cyan was clutching her sympathy carrots.

She felt sick to her stomach. She was a waste of space. Another horse would be far more deserving of her slot, but she greedily clung to it. She felt the tears stream down her face, as her nails dug into the carrots she clutched so tightly.

"... Stupid... Stupid..."