nightmare on the nose
By Evelyn E. Smith
Incubus won every race but one. Yet though
in this respect she matched Man o' War's
record she wasn't actually a horse at all.
The gifting of animals with human speech is scarcely an unique idea—see Dal Stivens' THE UNDOING OF CARNEY JIMMY in this issue should you have doubts—the idea of a talking horse goes back at least to the siege of Troy, for certainly there must have been some dialogue amongst the Greek warriors enclosed in the wooden horse's belly. But we think you'll agree that Miss Smith's filly has something special.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic Universe October-November 1953.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Every time he lost money at the track Phil Watson had a nightmare. They grew increasingly frequent as his bankroll dwindled and his hopes of getting rich dwindled accordingly.
The night after he had dropped two hundred dollars at Jamaica, the nightmare grew particularly oppressive. In the darkness he could see her red eyes glowing at him as she sat on his chest.
"Would you mind not turning over so much?" she asked, seeing that he was awake. "It makes me uncomfortable."
"It makes you uncomfortable!" he moaned. "How would you like to have a couple of tons of horse sitting on you?"