Too Many Horse

Years ago, a wise man was talking to his two young underlings in his vast office. He had already accomplished so much personally and financially. Yet he still desired to build a business, to make an impact, and to live life to the fullest.
This man was a connoisseur of many fine things: art, wine, real estate, travel. And horses. He was passionate about his horses.
And so he stood talking about his recent vacation in Mongolia. He had traveled to the hinterlands of that wild country to ride the famed Mongolian horses of the great plains. Small yet powerful, full of stamina and plain tough gumption, he respected those fine steeds as much as he resembled them. Upon returning to his homeland, he took stock of the various Arabian thoroughbreds and other horses he owned, stabled in various locations across the country. His collection was fine and expansive and most certainly expensive.
And yet, he seemed to crave nostalgically for a simpler ride; a small yet strong, stable and reliable Mongolian.
With a sigh on his lips, he turned to the two young gentlemen and casually remarked:
"You like horse? I give you horse...too many horse."

And in the two young gentlemen the seed of a dream was planted. To one day be so successful and accomplished, to have done and given and gotten so much, that one was simply
Too Many Horse.