The young male race horse came from a long line of winners, and did
wonderfully in time trials. However, in actual races he proved a little too
romantic, and could never quite bring himself to pass a mare. So one day the
trainer went to him and told him he'd have to be castrated. The young horse,
knowing that it was either this or the glue factory, took it philosophically.
After all, having the operation was almost a certain guarantee of a long and
illustrious racing career.
After a short recovery period, the horse was again run in time trials, and
found to do as well as ever. But the first time he actually ran in a race, he
only went about ten paces, before getting a dejected look on his face, turning
around, and ambling back to the starting gates. "What's the matter?" asked
the trainer, "you were doing great!"
"Yeah, well how would you feel" replied the horse, "if five thousand people
took one look at you and shouted 'they're off!'?"