Posted by: David Letell / September 19, 2006 
There is an old Mexican tale about certain creatures that have the power and ability to appear, to disappear, vanish and reappear. This story was told about a young colt, who at that time hadn't been weaned and was still nameless. When the signal was sent out for the horses to come eat, all showed up but this little colt. The entire crew of stable hands thoroughly searched the entire meadow, but were unable to find this little lost colt.
The crew was at their wits' end, when all of a sudden, as if by magic, this little colt suddenly appeared out of the fog. The stable hands were amazed and believe that this little colt was blessed with supernatural powers who had the ability to disappear and was one of God's special creatures.
After that incident, he was called, and later named, "Lost in The Fog". He went on in his fantastic racing career to win many races and set many track records. Last year he easily won the Eclipse Award as the nation's top sprinter, which makes me believe that the stable hands may have been right, in their belief that he had supernatural powers, and was one of God's special creatures.
So don't worry or grieve today, "Fog" just received a higher calling and went home--- FOTF---Friends of the Fog.
Thank you for this Fable: Shannonzeena
And the Facts!
sfweekly.com | News | Here Comes the Fog
sfweekly.com
There is, first of all, the matter of the name, perfectly suited to a horse owned by a San Franciscan -- 85-year-old Harry Aleo, a San Franciscan more by ZIP code than in spirit (unless you think the city's spirit makes room for an unregenerate Republican in a Stetson). In reality the name's inspiration was a weather pattern 3,000 miles away, when the colt was just a few weeks old.
"He was in one of the back paddocks with his mom," says Susan Seper, a breeder in Ocala, Fla., where the horse was foaled. "My girlfriend and I were walking up to him, and we couldn't quite see him" -- so thickly had the fog spread over the paddock -- "and then there he was, looking really lost. I looked at him. 'He's just lost in the fog,' then I looked at her and went, 'That's his name!'" Seper takes care to add that she "seldom" names her horses, that she typically leaves it to the horse's ultimate buyer. "But in this instance ...." In the blessed life of Lost in the Fog, it was only the first moment of perfect serendipity.
by: Tommy Craggs
Thank you Fourhorsegal for sharing the true story.
3 comments:
I have heard this beautiful story before. But the story that I have always heard is this. He was bred by a woman amed Susan Seper. She had never named one of her foals before. BUt one morning she looked out the window, and saw this little fellow just sort of standing around looking like he was lost in the midst of a heavy fog. It just came to her, and she said, "that's it, Lost In The Fog". And the name was sent to the jockey club for approval, and the rest as they say, is history.
THAT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STORY HOW HE GOT HIS NAME. THE NAME SURE FIT HIM AS HE RACE IN CALIF SO MUCH AND THERE IS ALWAYS FOG AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER.
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Thank you Fourhorsegal, for adding the real story here. I think they blend into a real fable of lovelness.
Jo
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