When Dean crosses the winning lane with his “Horse” Sahara, Deans dad, Bruce, is sitting in the spectator's stand, the second it Dean's win is announced, the man can't contain his joy, he jumps up and shakes his fist, yelling, “GOOD JOB, SON!”
Hearing his dad yell, Dean looks over at the old man, beaming from ear to ear, waving happily.
Jeff himself feels pride raise in him, HE WON! Of course he won, he... she is the fastest horse around, so it should not be a surprise, but still, the feeling of winning a comeptition is always something to celebrate and be proud of.
While Dean walks to the podium to accept his Trophy and Medal, Bruce watches with pride, “that's MY boy,” the 40 year old says, he then looks over at “Sahara”, “and that's all thanks to Sahara! Hmm... I bet, if she weren't to old, and if I could find the perfect Stallion, we could make a lot of money by breeding her.”
“Excuse me, sir,” he then hears a man say next to him, Bruce turns his head and notices a man around 50 with gray hair looking at him, “sorry, but I couldn't help listening to what you have said. Before I continue, I have one question: how old is that amazing Mare's of yours?”
Bruce raises an eyebrow, “first off,” he says, “who are you, and why do you want to know the age of our horse?”
“Right, sorry,” the man says, “my name is David, David Jones. Nice to meet you, mister...,” he holds out his hand to Bruce.
Bruce looks at the hand, he then takes it and shakes, “same, my name is Bruce Xavier.”
David smile, “my pleasure,” he says, “now, back to my question.”
Bruce lets go of the man's hand, “Sahara is a 16-year-old Arabian Mare.”
“I see,” David says, looking over at “Sahara”, “she is one fine specimen,” he says.
Bruce nods, “that she is,” he says, “for a 16-year-old Mare, she is pretty healthy and fit. We got her about two weeks ago, her previous owner took great care and pride in her, but he is now to old to do anything and was looking for someone to take her and continue racing her.”
David nods, “I can tell that she has been raised well,” he says.
“My son, Dean,” Bruce says, pointing to his son, still standing on the podium, beaming with pride, “has always been fascinated by Horse racing and wanted to always participate in a race. So, I got him Sahara and he was overjoyed, he spent every free second training her for this day.”
David smiles, “you must be really proud of him,” he says.
“That I am,” Bruce nods, he then turns to look at David, “now, why are you interested in Sahara?”
“Oh, I am not asking if you would sell her,” he says, “I overheard that you were hoping to breed her, but I must admit, 16 is actually to old, the chance of her becoming pregnant is slim to none.”
Bruce nods, and sighs, “yeah,” he says, “it is such a pity. If she were six or seven, the prime years of a Mare, and if I knew someone with the perfect Stallion, she could birth amazing runners. We could really do with some extra cash.”
David grins, “well, there might be away to achieve that,” he says.
Bruce's eyes narrow, “how,” he asks, carefully.
“Have you ever heard about “The Chronivac”,” David asks.
Bruce nods, “yeah, supposedly this program has some huge unlimited “magical” powers,” he says, “but I am not really buying that, it sounds a lot like BS to me.”
David grins, “oh, the rumors are more than true,” he says.
Bruce raises an eyebrow, “oh, yeah,” he asks, David nods, “why are you so sure about it?”
“Because I have the App version on my phone,” he says, “don't get me wrong, I was skeptic myself, before my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to try it out. Now, I am a believer.”
“Okay...,” Bruce says, “so, you are trying to tell me, that this program could regress Sahara to a six or seven year old Mare and make her perfect for breeding?”
David nods, “yup,” he says, “if you need proof, I would be willing to use the App on myself to convince you, what do you say?”
Bruce thinks for a while, “hmm... okay,” he says.
David smiles, “follow me to somewhere more private,” he then quickly adds with a chuckle, “don't worry... no homo, here!”
Bruce chuckles, “all good,” he says and the two men start to walk off.
Dean notices his dad leaving with a strange man, “Hu? Who is that and where are they going,” he asks himself, “I hope dad is not planning to sell “Sahara”... Jeff would kill me!”
Bruce follows David out of the racing track grounds, to a wooded area, “where are you taking me,” Bruce asks.
“To a secluded area I know,” David says, “don't worry, it isn't far.”
The two men soon arrive at a small wooded area, Bruce follows David off the track and after a few feet finds himself in a clearing. The clearing is surrounded by thick brush, and Bruce has admit that it sure is pretty secluded.
David stops in the middle of the field, “okay,” he says, “so, there are many options to convince you. I could regress my age to a 10 year old, I could change my age and gender, becoming a young woman, I could transform myself into a vehicle, I could become an animal, or what ever you think would convince you.”
Bruce thinks for a while, “phew,” he says, “hard to decide. I think to convince me, you should transform into a... .”