You had just finished seeing your first horse race and you were beyond fascinated by the event. A friend had won tickets on the radio and asked you to be their plus one. Afterwards, you asked if people were allowed to see the horses, but an employee said no. But you weren’t giving up, leading you to sneak into the stables. You were happily petting a horse when you heard a voice behind you.

“You know, we usually reserve the crops for the horses. But I think we can make an acception for you.”