The pint-sized Thoroughbred with the white star on her forehead already knew how to run. Only a month and a half old, she pumped her legs gracefully down the stretch and into the turn on the indoor track at Judy Pryor’s horse-breeding ranch north of Omaha.
At her breakneck pace, however, the little filly ran wide on the turn and headed for a collision with the arena fence.
She slammed on the brakes, bracing her long legs against the ground, kicking up dust and sliding awkwardly into a blue water tub, sloshing a wave into the fence.
For a moment, her big bright eyes flashed a look as if to say: “I’m fine, Mom.”
