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<blockquote data-quote="Serdar Yıldırım" data-source="post: 514524" data-attributes="member: 56253"><p>When the country champion Yekta returned back to the racehorse farm where he was born and grew up, he was welcomed with great excitement. The racehorses on the farm had watched the race on the TV in the garden and had been very happy for Yekta’s championship. Yekta was taken to England by a private plane a few months later. There was Europe Championship soon and Yekta would represent Turkey in that race. Yekta was taken to a hard training programme. His each training was getting him to improve his degree gradually and to run faster. Before a few days to the championship, Yekta’s being close to the Europe Record had made his owner happy. However, there were some people who weren’t pleased with Yekta’s condition. A few people watching Yekta by gnashing their teeth from the grandstands were signing his death edict: “We said Yekta, Yekta and we ran into trouble. He is like a storm as if he wasn’t a racehorse. Look at the degree he has made. If he takes his last step a bit faster, it will be Europe record.”</p><p></p><p>“You are right. This race is only training. He is running alone. There is no rival to force him. If it were the real race, he would be impossible to be overtaken. Now the best racehorse in Europe is Yekta.”</p><p></p><p>A third person: “Our horse can’t overtake Yekta. It doesn’t matter whether you become the second or the last then. If Yekta doesn’t participate in the race, we will become the first. If we give him an injection tonight, he will pass away. We will get the championship award and spend it. It will also be our country’s advertisement. Advertisement will bring lots of foreign currency to the country.”</p><p></p><p>“Ok, tonight we shall go where Yekta stays. Each of us will have a poisonous injection. If Yekta runs away from one of us, he will be caught by the other one.”</p><p></p><p>At the following times of the night Yekta was distressed and troubled. Because he was troubled, he couldn’t get to sleep. He heard foot steps coming from deep. The grooms wouldn’t enter the stable at that time. Or else were the ones coming strangers? What could their aims be? Yekta didn’t think badly though and waited. He shuddered when he saw three men with clubs and injections. He was afraid. The cruel men attacked suddenly and started to hit Yekta, whose only offence was being a good racehorse, with the clubs without pitying. Being hurt, Yekta took a few steps backwards and his back leant to the wall. The men faced a harsh reaction when they attacked Yekta. Rearing up, Yekta hit one of the men over his head with his feet. The men fell down like an empty sack. Turning back, Yekta tried to hit with his back feet. The blow couldn’t hit the mark but two men decided to take and shoulder their friend lying on the floor and then they disappeared. </p><p></p><p>Then picking up the injections and the clubs on the floor and putting them into a bag, Yekta threw them into dustbin. He didn’t want the event to be known by anyone. Evil shouldn’t be spread. There was more evil than the goodness in the world. It was easy to do harm, what difficult was to do kindness. Yekta had succeeded in doing kindness that time. The men had escaped. They might not hurt anyone again. Was the man kicked still alive? He wouldn’t be able to know that. People would put him under detention for a short while even the man was alive. Not training for a few days meant for Yekta to lose the Europe Championship. This situation made Yekta psychologically destroyed. There was a huge country waiting for his championship. Millions of people would be disappointed. There were his close friends, who would support him with their ideas, on the racehorse - farm. He would give the prize of Country Championship to them. The beautiful golden cups would be doubled. </p><p></p><p>As a matter of tactics, Yekta ran the first 300 meters in the middle lines. Gaining speed gradually, Yekta was running nearly in the first line. Four horses entered the last 500 meters with the ends only just meeting. Although he regressed to the fourth level just for a while, he tried his hardest while attacking with rancour as if he was treating himself cruelly when there was 50 meters to finish the race and then he won it. Yekta had become the Europe Champion. Yekta was welcomed enthusiastically in his country. There was just Yekta’s news on TV and radio and in the newspaper. The broadcast establishments in Europe were broadcasting about Yekta. We saw Yekta after months – It was him – He was brought for the World Championship that was going to be held in New York. Yekta who was considered to be the champion certainly by the authorities, unfortunately was overtaken by the Australian champion and became the second. Yekta was happy at the reward ceremony while the silver medal was hung. It wasn’t easy; he had won a lot of races, had always become the first and had never been overtaken. Becoming the second fastest racehorse of the world wasn’t even the other racehorses’ dream. In fact, it wasn’t impossible to become the second of the world championship but it was too difficult. Yekta had succeeded in doing this difficulty.</p><p></p><p>After a few days Yekta started to get bored. The passing days were getting him to consider being the second as his own and this was increasing the sorrow of not becoming the first. Yekta couldn’t stand the sorrow anymore so he ran away from the racehorse farm and went to the Appalaş Mountains. He saw wild horses grazing in the meadow further while he was wandering in the Appalaş Mountains. They were Mustang horses. He went near them and asked: “Hello, would you mind my joining you? “ Gera, who was the head of the Mustangs, said ” Of course, come and join us buddy “Yekta joined the Mustangs and started to graze with them. It was good and nice there; he got closer with the Mustangs immediately. More than an hour had passed. Gera the head said he would go to the piny wood that was 10 kilometres away, he said “Let’s” and started to run. The horse herd, whose number increased to 20 with Yekta’s joining, was running fast. The one who was the strongest and who ran the fastest among the Mustang horses would become the head of the herd. It was impossible to become the head by running in the middle lines. Whenever the head was overtaken, he would lose being the head. Gera was running forward. The other horses were striving to reach him. </p><p></p><p>However, Yekta always ran at the back. When they arrived at the piny wood, he had overtaken only two horses, namely he had become the 18. Yekta didn’t want to accept that. He was a racehorse, so he was used to run on the grassy or sand track. Gera the head had said that they would go to the piny wood and he had run forward quickly and the other horses had followed him. The one who started running the last was Yekta; who even couldn’t understand what was going on, what was happening, what the piny wood was. In fact they had run on the grass but they had run on a stony place later and next they had had to run among thicket and woods. The Mustangs had already known that place very well since they had passed there a lot of times before. They knew where to step while running on the stony place, and they knew which the shortest way was while passing through the thicket and woods. Because of that Yekta thought that if he would move backward one step each kilometre, he would move backward ten steps each ten kilometres. The distance between Gera and him was already that much. Yekta never returned to the racetracks. He always stayed in the mountains among the Mustangs. The passing time gained power to Yekta’s and Gera was overtaken by him one day. Becoming the head of the Mustangs, Yekta stayed the head for many years. </p><p></p><p>THE END</p><p></p><p>Written by: Serdar Yıldırım</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Serdar Yıldırım, post: 514524, member: 56253"] When the country champion Yekta returned back to the racehorse farm where he was born and grew up, he was welcomed with great excitement. The racehorses on the farm had watched the race on the TV in the garden and had been very happy for Yekta’s championship. Yekta was taken to England by a private plane a few months later. There was Europe Championship soon and Yekta would represent Turkey in that race. Yekta was taken to a hard training programme. His each training was getting him to improve his degree gradually and to run faster. Before a few days to the championship, Yekta’s being close to the Europe Record had made his owner happy. However, there were some people who weren’t pleased with Yekta’s condition. A few people watching Yekta by gnashing their teeth from the grandstands were signing his death edict: “We said Yekta, Yekta and we ran into trouble. He is like a storm as if he wasn’t a racehorse. Look at the degree he has made. If he takes his last step a bit faster, it will be Europe record.” “You are right. This race is only training. He is running alone. There is no rival to force him. If it were the real race, he would be impossible to be overtaken. Now the best racehorse in Europe is Yekta.” A third person: “Our horse can’t overtake Yekta. It doesn’t matter whether you become the second or the last then. If Yekta doesn’t participate in the race, we will become the first. If we give him an injection tonight, he will pass away. We will get the championship award and spend it. It will also be our country’s advertisement. Advertisement will bring lots of foreign currency to the country.” “Ok, tonight we shall go where Yekta stays. Each of us will have a poisonous injection. If Yekta runs away from one of us, he will be caught by the other one.” At the following times of the night Yekta was distressed and troubled. Because he was troubled, he couldn’t get to sleep. He heard foot steps coming from deep. The grooms wouldn’t enter the stable at that time. Or else were the ones coming strangers? What could their aims be? Yekta didn’t think badly though and waited. He shuddered when he saw three men with clubs and injections. He was afraid. The cruel men attacked suddenly and started to hit Yekta, whose only offence was being a good racehorse, with the clubs without pitying. Being hurt, Yekta took a few steps backwards and his back leant to the wall. The men faced a harsh reaction when they attacked Yekta. Rearing up, Yekta hit one of the men over his head with his feet. The men fell down like an empty sack. Turning back, Yekta tried to hit with his back feet. The blow couldn’t hit the mark but two men decided to take and shoulder their friend lying on the floor and then they disappeared. Then picking up the injections and the clubs on the floor and putting them into a bag, Yekta threw them into dustbin. He didn’t want the event to be known by anyone. Evil shouldn’t be spread. There was more evil than the goodness in the world. It was easy to do harm, what difficult was to do kindness. Yekta had succeeded in doing kindness that time. The men had escaped. They might not hurt anyone again. Was the man kicked still alive? He wouldn’t be able to know that. People would put him under detention for a short while even the man was alive. Not training for a few days meant for Yekta to lose the Europe Championship. This situation made Yekta psychologically destroyed. There was a huge country waiting for his championship. Millions of people would be disappointed. There were his close friends, who would support him with their ideas, on the racehorse - farm. He would give the prize of Country Championship to them. The beautiful golden cups would be doubled. As a matter of tactics, Yekta ran the first 300 meters in the middle lines. Gaining speed gradually, Yekta was running nearly in the first line. Four horses entered the last 500 meters with the ends only just meeting. Although he regressed to the fourth level just for a while, he tried his hardest while attacking with rancour as if he was treating himself cruelly when there was 50 meters to finish the race and then he won it. Yekta had become the Europe Champion. Yekta was welcomed enthusiastically in his country. There was just Yekta’s news on TV and radio and in the newspaper. The broadcast establishments in Europe were broadcasting about Yekta. We saw Yekta after months – It was him – He was brought for the World Championship that was going to be held in New York. Yekta who was considered to be the champion certainly by the authorities, unfortunately was overtaken by the Australian champion and became the second. Yekta was happy at the reward ceremony while the silver medal was hung. It wasn’t easy; he had won a lot of races, had always become the first and had never been overtaken. Becoming the second fastest racehorse of the world wasn’t even the other racehorses’ dream. In fact, it wasn’t impossible to become the second of the world championship but it was too difficult. Yekta had succeeded in doing this difficulty. After a few days Yekta started to get bored. The passing days were getting him to consider being the second as his own and this was increasing the sorrow of not becoming the first. Yekta couldn’t stand the sorrow anymore so he ran away from the racehorse farm and went to the Appalaş Mountains. He saw wild horses grazing in the meadow further while he was wandering in the Appalaş Mountains. They were Mustang horses. He went near them and asked: “Hello, would you mind my joining you? “ Gera, who was the head of the Mustangs, said ” Of course, come and join us buddy “Yekta joined the Mustangs and started to graze with them. It was good and nice there; he got closer with the Mustangs immediately. More than an hour had passed. Gera the head said he would go to the piny wood that was 10 kilometres away, he said “Let’s” and started to run. The horse herd, whose number increased to 20 with Yekta’s joining, was running fast. The one who was the strongest and who ran the fastest among the Mustang horses would become the head of the herd. It was impossible to become the head by running in the middle lines. Whenever the head was overtaken, he would lose being the head. Gera was running forward. The other horses were striving to reach him. However, Yekta always ran at the back. When they arrived at the piny wood, he had overtaken only two horses, namely he had become the 18. Yekta didn’t want to accept that. He was a racehorse, so he was used to run on the grassy or sand track. Gera the head had said that they would go to the piny wood and he had run forward quickly and the other horses had followed him. The one who started running the last was Yekta; who even couldn’t understand what was going on, what was happening, what the piny wood was. In fact they had run on the grass but they had run on a stony place later and next they had had to run among thicket and woods. The Mustangs had already known that place very well since they had passed there a lot of times before. They knew where to step while running on the stony place, and they knew which the shortest way was while passing through the thicket and woods. Because of that Yekta thought that if he would move backward one step each kilometre, he would move backward ten steps each ten kilometres. The distance between Gera and him was already that much. Yekta never returned to the racetracks. He always stayed in the mountains among the Mustangs. The passing time gained power to Yekta’s and Gera was overtaken by him one day. Becoming the head of the Mustangs, Yekta stayed the head for many years. THE END Written by: Serdar Yıldırım [/QUOTE]
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