If you see me, chances are, you see Herbie too. Herbie is my wingman. Where I go, Herbie goes. He is younger zan I am, and slower, but I like his company and I can blame zings on him. I tell Herbie stories from when I was in Europe and California, and he tells me about someplace called Canada-(it sounds like za place Santa comes from). Now we travel togezer. Last year we went Saratoga together, but Herbie didn’t actually go on za track like me. I tell him it’s because Saratoga is for fast horses and he is too slow to qualify, but he came wiz me to a farm and we trained togezer until za race. I let Herbie gallop next to me mostly, but sometimes I tell him “hurry up Herbie”, and I pull away from him. He doesn’t mind. Zey must be laid back in Canada.
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