A farmer has two horses, named hobbin and dobbin. They live in a lush green field behind his house, and generally have a happy life just grazing and enjoying the pastures. However, one day, hobbin gets a bit bored. He looks over to see dobbin looking bored too. So hobbin says 'want to race?'. Dobbin looks at hobbin, hobbin looks at dobbin, and off they go, galloping down the field. It's hobbin, then dobbin. Dobbin, then hobbin. Eventually, they reach the end of the field and dobbin wins by a length. The farmer has been watching this and thinks, ' blimey, these are some fast horses.' He decides to enter them into a local race to see how they get on.
On the day of the race, the gun goes off, dobbin looks at hobbin, hobbin looks at dobbin, and off they go. It's hobbin then dobbin, dobbin then hobbin, and hobbin wins by a length.
At this point, the farmer is seriously impressed. He decides to pay the entry fee to the regional races. The big day comes, the gun goes off, hobbin looks at dobbin, dobbin looks at hobbin, and off they go.
It's hobbin then dobbin, dobbin then hobbin, super close all the way but dobbin wins by a length. Now the farmer sees all this, and decides that it's time to really test these horses. So he enters them into the grand national.
The big day arrives. Hobbin and dobbin are massive outsiders, both priced at 250/1. But the gun goes off, hobbin looks at dobbin, dobbin looks at hobbin, and they storm off. Soon they are way ahead of the pack, and it's clear a massive shock is possible but it's impossible to call which will win. It's hobbin, then dobbin. Dobbin, then hobbin. Eventually, dobbin pulls a way and wins by a length.
The farmer is now incredibly rich, and being a simple man, he decides he can retire, so puts hobbin and dobbin back in their field to live the rest of their life happily grazing.
So for a couple of years, the horses graze away and nothing notable happens. But one day, hobbin is bored. He looks over and sees dobbin looking bored too. So he says, 'hey, want to race for old times sakes?' Hobbin looks at dobbin, dobbin looks at hobbin, and off they go, it's hobbin then dobbin, dobbin then hobbin, and dobbin wins by a length.
Meanwhile, on the edge of the field, a fox has watched all this. He saunters over and remarks, 'blimey, you guys are fast'
Hobbin looks at dobbin, dobbin looks at hobbin, and Hobbin screams out in terror;