A while back I didn't have anything to do so I played cards with some politicians and won the state of North Carolina. Not knowing what to do with all my new-found riches, I tossed my bread upon the waters and found that a new horse came back to me. That is to say, I bought a horse with the intention of running it in the Kentucky Derby.
It was a perfect horse, sired by a perfect sire, haunches and paunches perfectly proportioned, teeth perfectly aligned, eyes perfectly fixed on the next race, legs perfectly designed for speed and fury. So we named it Secretariaticus.