Friday Morning at the Improv

There lived a young man in a small village outside of Linz am Rhein whose only dream was to one day own a prize race horse. It was the sole idea his quixotic mind could embrace throughout his childhood and often approached the fringe of obsession according to his teachers and acquaintances. His mum and dad worried as he grew older that the so called phase they were sure he would outgrow, never succumbed to the oft fate of more idealistic childhood dreams.
Taking a job in the nearby Frankenstein stable was the only reasonable way someone with a fixation such as his could make a living and still be working with the animals whose grace, strength and beauty was of the kind that he could only imagine beings of the likes of Roman gods possessing.
In every moment of his waking time, once the washing, combing, feeding and shoveling was complete, he would additionally study all available documents of genealogy at his local bibliothek for every prize winning horse alive or dead as far as their pedigrees would divulge.
In addition to the private studies outside his organized curriculum he was also chosen to attend a gymnasium after hauptshule where he excelled and specialized in the field of genetics. Through all of his studies he was able to formulate an equation for predicting the odds of prizewinning parents to produce offspring of the greatest speed and highest value, which, as no coincidence, was not submitted to his department for review and possible publication upon completion.

Since he had saved every Deutsch mark he had ever earned and his concluded research provided all he needed to execute his master plan allowing him to fulfill his destiny, on a chilly September afternoon he left the gymnasium mid-term without a word to his parents or professors explaining why. There was nary a moment between closing his suitcase and opening his dormitory door as he set off for the Iffezheim racecourse just in time for the commencement of The Grosser Preis von Baden to meet the owners of who would become his future racehorse's parents.

...to be continued