James sat up from the hale barrels and pulled a few strands of hay out of his hair. He ran across the farm to find his mom making toast in the kitchen. "Thanks!" he said as he grabbed the only unburned piece of toast and ran out the door to find his friends with their truck. James and his friends always bet on who would get the fastest time racing around the track and he had low hopes today seeing as how he slept on a stack of hay.
After finally reaching his destination, James said "i call first!" He was a bit childish in this way. James then ran to the stable and grabbed his horse, lept on it and began to trot to the track for a bit of a warm up. His friends were yelling at him and he knew he had to do well, their voices were in the distance though. The only thing on his mind was going fast. "O!!" he said, and the horse went faster, he could here his friends cheering.

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