Alfarit approached the gates and reached into hir pocket for the racing form. I hope this tip pays off this time, xe thought to hirself as xe fond hir seat and tried to make out which horse was hirs: “Looney Luck” was its name. Number six. There it was, a light brown or yellow horse that hir best friend Zona had promised was going to win.
The race was over quickly and Alfa was not best pleased; Looney Luck had come in next to last. The winner had been number 9, “Doppler Affix.”
This meant that xe would not be able to make hir payment on the second hand Cabriolet; that would be the first thing to go rolling bankward. Then xe would miss another payment of the rent, and xe would roll swiftly down the street towards the debtor’s prison, unless xe found some other way to gain quick revenue.
Such were Alfarit’s thoughts on the way to work as typesetter. The race, though of great importance to hir, was barely mentioned at work. Glumly and with little relish, Alfa began to set the morning edition’s lead story.