The young male racehorse came from a long line of winners, and did wonderfully in time trials.
However, in actual races he proved a little too
romantic, and could never quite bring himself to pass a mare.
So one day the trainer went to him and told him he'd have to be castrated.
The young horse, knowing that it was either this or the glue factory, took it
philosophically. After all, having the operation was almost a certain guarantee
of a long and illustrious racing career.
After a short recovery period, the horse was again run in time trials, and
found to do as well as ever. But the first time he actually ran in a race, he
only went about ten paces, before getting a dejected look on his face, turning
around, and ambling back to the starting gates.
"What's the matter?" asked the trainer, "you were doing great!" "Yeah, well
how would you feel" replied the horse, "if five thousand people took one look at
you and shouted 'they're off!'"