Little Brother starting his training

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TRANSCRIPT OF NICANOR'S SESSION WITH HIS THERAPIST:

Nicanor: So anyway, I've just been feeling a lot of pressure lately. My career debut didn't go that well. I mean, I finished 2nd on the grass at Calder in a field of 12, but I get the feeling people want to see me on the dirt. And I was 2-5, so I let down a lot of bettors too.

Therapist: Who is pressuring you?

Nicanor: The Jacksons. They haven't said anything, but I can tell I am supposed to fill my big brother's shoes.

Therapist: Oh. You have a brother?

Nicanor: Had. He's dead. He won the Kentucky Derby.

Therapist: I see. And, you feel like you are expected to follow in his hoof steps?

Nicanor: Kinda.

Therapist: What about your trainer? Is he pressuring you?

Nicanor: No. He's cool. He's the one who suggested I debut on the grass. But those damn Jacksons fought him every step of the way. Like I said, the pressue is killing me.

Therapist: Ok. I think I see the problem here. I'm gonna prescribe some anti-anxiety medication for you, as well as a nice, relaxing Maiden Special Weight at Gulfstream. Let's go for a one-turn mile on the dirt. How's that sound?

Nicanor: Dirt? No. No. I want to stay on the grass. Now you're pressuring me.

Therapist: Come on, son. It's already December, and you have yet to break your maiden. The Kentucky Derby is less than six months away. Let's get going.