"Yes, College Try, $1000 on the nose. Yes, I know it's a late entry."
The shopkeeper hung up the phone, muttering in a foreign language, and then waved his hand at the young man.
"You're new name is College Try," as he pulled the orange t-shirt off the greyhound standing in the young man's shoes with his jeans crumbled at his feet. Now by this magic wand I command you be transported to the dog track at the fairgrounds, and in Nike's name I ordain that you shall be first across the finish line in the first dog race today."
An hour later, the shopkeeper listened in awe. As Magic Night crossed the finish line, followed by Shadow Racer3 and Mystic Hotshot. College Try was a scratch, what happened, his wand had never failed him before?