nce upon a time, in a faraway land, a young lad named Young Jack was sent on an important family matter. Wearily trudging through the countryside, Jack hoped to trade his last bag of magic beans for a $5000 claimer. Jack's mother, who trained some runners at a local track, was having a terrible season. In fact, she was down to her last horse, a sad looking gelding named Fast Rudy, who had never been able to get in a race because of a red spot on his butt. It really wouldn't have mattered in most cases, except that it had been overlooked on his registration papers, a discrepancy that the evil Sheriff of Nothinghappening, happened to notice, who coincidentally moonlighted as a racetrack identifier, duly appointed by the Governor to rob the poor and stop those 20-1 shots from walking away with a race................
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