Look at her go!! Hive is smashing it. Ripping the roof aff the place as my old mate used to say before he found Jesus in a disgusting display of redemption.
We don't ask him out for drinks anymore as surprisingly, for a man who follows a man who was so fond of the sauce that he would turn water into wine, he gave up drinking just as he took up supping from the Lord's cup.
Forgive me. I digress.
So, yes. Hive! Not only is our fine and magnificent baby 1 year old, but she also won an award!
That's right sistas and brother men! An award!
See here for details.
Now, I know no one has ever heard of ADVFN International Financial Awards but that doesn't matter. I bet no one has heard of 
So not just one win to be had today but THREE!! An award, an awesome community-led blockchain social media platform/launching ground for DAPPS thingamajig (That bit is us) but also a well deserved and recognised spike in the price!
And the marketing hasn't even started! That's right, if you hadn't heard that, some fool has only gone and engaged a real Marketing outfit to rub our buckles and spit on our shoes!
The good times are coming. For all of those who have stuck around and continued to stack, some validation at last that all their efforts were not in vain.
This is truly a great day.
But wait, I hear you ask? What the hell do you mean by the title? I clicked this to read about one-legged horse's who could?
Well, read on my friends. I enclose an excerpt of a tale from a very famous but shy and retiring philosopher.
And so it was that the bearded man came to me and said 'Let me offer you armfuls of doubloons to not race your horses tomorrow in the Grand Island Race' and I replied 'Nay, for verily no doubloons shall stay my horses from the race.'
The bearded man became wroth and cursed me as he left.
That night, there was a dreadful whinnying and a neighing from the stables. I thought that the stable boy was tupping the missus again but when it did not stop I hobbled down to where the horses lay.
Alas, the bearded man had sent his minions with slaughter on their mind and our horsen stock had been slaughtered. There was blood everywhere and much slaughter and the horses lay but still.
Except for one, Winifred. She lived yet. Although all of her legs had been cut off except for the front left one. She looked at me with rage in her eye and fire in her belly
I knew she wanted me to enter her into the race and gain great vengeance on the miscreants that had done such a grievous thing. But how?! How could she win with only one leg? My dear Winifred, the Gods themselves have arrayed themselves against you.
Then my eye caught a glimpse of a wicked blade on the floor. It must have been the blade that had slaughtered my horsen stock and left beautiful Winifred with but one leg. I took the knife and went out with murder in my heart.
It was a long night. A long night of blood. They still talk about it now some twenty years later. The streets coursed with the blood of everything horse. They say that the horsen screams could be heard twenty miles away and even now in the darkest of nights. By the end of it, the only horse on that island that still lived was Winifred.
The next day I entered my beautiful Winifred into the race. 'How can she race with only one leg?!' Exclaimed the race-master man. 'You will see.' I muttered darkly.
No other horses were entered for there were no other horses left alive on that island.
The bearded man who had initiated the terrible deeds of that night, gnashed his teeth with rage. 'You still can't win, your horse only has one leg.' he cried with great fury.
I laughed the laugh of a berserk horse killer and lashed my beautiful Winifred by the leg to my Jeep and proceeded to drag her around the race track. Twenty times we rounded the course until the ground was streaked with gore and Winifred skin.
Finally the race was done. I stood there in front of the race-master and collected my coin and medal for winning.
I pinned the medal to one of the scraps of flesh that remained on Winifred and shouted loudly to the audience who stared in silent horror at what they had just witnessed.
BEHOLD! I cried.
BEHOLD, THE ONE LEGGED HORSE WHO COULD!!
And with that Winifred shuddered and died.
Isn't that a fine tale? Don't mind the ending too much, It's Greek, they love a tragedy. So there you have it, Behold HIVE! The one-legged horse who could!!
Hurrah!