Part Three:

The organizers allowed you to race only if you were entered as a horse, treated with the exact same rules and restrictions as they are. And horses need jockeys, so now you're mine. No, I don't appreciate it either, being lumbered with a charitable entry, some technical demonstration or whatever the hell you are, but we're stuck with each other.

A horse that could talk would be an unfair advantage, so your voice had to go. Besides, I always know what my animals are thinking. Right now, you're wondering if you can buck me at the next hurdle. I don't recommend it. Remember, only I know where I put your arms. You do want them back, don't you?

Did you think I'd go easy on you? You should know that I always race to win and that I demand nothing less than perfection from my animals. I'll make a winning mare out of you or break you in half trying. Hm. That got your attention. Ahh, you never actually considered that winning was an option, did you? Yes, I believe we have a chance, assuming you do everything I say.

Ah, you're no longer fighting me. Good girl. Perhaps we share a competitive spirit after all. Now let's see what you're really capable of.