"You're betting all your money!?" shouted the ticket seller in surprise.

There was nothing I could say. I clutched my ticket and headed for the track. But my legs wouldn't carry me any further. Why!? I can't see the race! And I won't be able to hear the announcements with all these people around!

Just then, Pippin, the son of the Good Luck Restaurant's owner, passed by.

'Hey, Pippin!' I shouted.
"Oh, it's you!" he answered. "You've got a red nose. You're funny."
'Yeah, thanks, kid. Listen, can you do something for me? Watch the race and tell me how it turns out, OK?'
"OK. But Daddy wants you to pay off your tab, all right?

And after a few minutes, the race was over.

'Pippin! Who won?'
"Uhhh... it was a white chocobo. I think. Maybe it was Heavy Kick. The payoff was 200 to 1!"