White Beauty was born from the blood of an ill-tempered virgin. The wind howled, and the thunder roared. It spent its youth wandering Webb St. playing with broken bottles and whatever could make due. The days were long, but the nights were longer. The young stallion grew up, its heart become stone, its mane silver. Betaken by its beauty, the Gods could only dream of what this beacon could mean. Kings and Queens, priests and fiends were shouting its name...White Beauty. Oprah, Obama, Mel Gibson, and Mohammed couldn't tame...White Beauty. From Edmonton to Calgary to Hinton, Everybody feared its mane...White Beauty.