#9107 - When the lights came back up, a chaise lounge was in the middle of the ring, with an older, generously described as ‘voluptuous’, lady, perhaps in her ‘50’s, was standing there with a non-descript man, who had a pot-belly and was dressed like he was going to the store for milk and eggs or some other mundane errand. “Get Set!” Then the sound of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the pony girls were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the carts flashed and careened! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front and during the last two laps wasn’t caught. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach.
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