Zenyatta Mondatta

She did it again! Like a bright yellow Lamborghini Gallardo amongst a bunch of dull gray Chevy Cavaliers, to say that Zenyatta stands out from her competition is an understatement of monumental proportions. Before the race even begins, all eyes can not help but to be entranced upon the amazon mare with the cavorting tendencies. She is the bride at a wedding, the queen at a coronation, the unquestioned star of the show. And then the race begins… Like a runaway steam locomotive rolling down the tracks, Zenyatta may take a minute to really get rolling, but when she does…look out! Close your eyes and you can hear the ever quickening chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga, chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga…CHOO-CHOO !!! What a frightening sound that must be to her overmatched rivals, as this train, dressed in a 5-year-old mares clothing, begins to build amazing speed as she hurtles herself towards her ultimate destination…the finish line. Look closely and you can see a puff of white smoke billowing from her nostrils. And then they hit the stretch… Like a dense London fog, Zenyatta envelops the field in a shroud of invisibility. You can see the fog coming, but there is nothing you can do. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. As sure as death and taxes, the fog has come in and it renders her foes into a state of oblivion. Bright as the sun, Zenyatta is the only one left for our eyes to see, for once again the fog has rolled in. She is Zenyatta, Zenyatta Mondatta. Daughter of Street Cry and Vertigineux, Zenyatta is an equine who was placed on this world to break the spirits of those who dare try to vanquish her. The Queen remains unscathed, untouched, and unbeaten. 13 for 13 and counting. The horse racing world waits on baited breath for the announcement of where she will race next. Number 14 may be her toughest test yet, and someday her historic streak on the racetrack may come to an end, but always remember there has never been anyone quite like her.