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November Story & Poem Entries Note: Winning stories and poems will be published in Pony Pals Magazine. All entries must be original, meaning that the member who enters them must have written the text. To be eligible the story or poem must have a horse or pony in it someplace. Stories should be suitable for all ages, including younger members. All entries published in the Magazine will earn 500 Wiggins Bucks, the best stories and poems will earn 3000 Wiggins bucks and trophy for the writer.

November Story & Poem Entries Note: Winning stories and poems will be published in Pony Pals Magazine. All entries must be original, meaning that the member who enters them must have written the text. To be eligible the story or poem must have a horse or pony in it someplace. Stories should be suitable for all ages, including younger members. All entries published in the Magazine will earn 500 Wiggins Bucks, the best stories and poems will earn 3000 Wiggins bucks and trophy for the writer.	Jane Crandal & JB
2014-11-01 00:43:41
(NOTE: does not mention horses or ponies. This poem is based off of the sunrise and it was inspired. Enjoy.) Title: The Lady of the Dawn By: Horsesforever12 My eyes wide open, staring beyond what I can see Standing here waiting, ever so patiently Hoping just to catch a glimpse Of the Lady who tempts. Her voice is calling, calling, calling Like the drop of dew dropping It is quieter than the breath of wind But not to listen is a sin If you do not try you will not hear The melodious song she whispers so clear Her voice is tempting, Almost drenched with yearning Can't you hear her calling, calling? Slowly she climbs across the sky She does not walk, she does not fly Her feet are little rays of gold They look so young, but are very old All the while she is calling, Taking her time but never stalling. The velvet sky shrouds us all In a blanket of night sent to enthrall It sends us into a dreamy sleep And there until morn us it will keep. But I have awoken before I'm due I'm not sly...or even shrew I did not mean to offend the night Yet to see the Lady is my plight. Here she comes, beyond the Horizon A creature born and bred from Zion, Spreading her elegance Across the Heavens Shimmering through The grass beset in dew; Mirroring the icy ponds And all the while singing her song. Her gown is hemmed with pink And beholds us all with a soft wink Then the pink turns another hue Of a dreamy, almost tired blue He is very sleepy, yet somehow driven To cross the great expanse of Heaven. After he has voyaged to another place Another lights the sky with grace It is no longer the Lady's dress, No, that has already taken its egress This time it is something far lovelier Yes, at last it is her! Someone bold yet somehow shy Someone who is glad and never cries Someone who is joyful and coy Someone who never kids or toys A Lady with hair made of gold That shimmers for every soul to behold A lady so tall and so fair The sky is proud to have room to share She comes every morn just to see Every human filled with glee For now the shadowy night has gone And here has come the Dawn. ~	Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2014-11-02 00:51:28
Title: A Girl's Best Friend By: POA Girl1 A horse's life Excludes a knife two perfect hearts is where love starts A girl's best friend is a horse who lends And on this day in the perfect way A horse can cure and make everything pure All any girl needs is a horse that also needs!	POA Girl1 & Remi
2014-11-04 20:34:20
Colors of Freedom by Roncy The flash of colors, it really seems to fly; It is like the clouds, the cloak of the sky. A herd of horses, so proud, so free. They way they prance; they're royalty. There's Black, Brown, Gray, White; Different colors, but together they're a light; They shine a path for everyone: Dispite their differences, they have fun. Only some can see them there They're in the snow, they have such flair. A rainbow of horses, all colors, they're dancing! No matter their color, they're all prancing. This may be confusing, but look, come see, We should give God all of the glory. No matter the color of fur or skin, Every shade will always win! -- Roncy	Roncy & Bertone
2014-11-06 20:57:29
May I join	Ashleigh67 & Snow light
2014-11-07 23:05:38
Hi Ashleigh, This is a contest thread where you can enter stories and poems to be published in the next Pony Pals Magazine. Feel free to enter a story or poem that you've written! JC	Jane Crandal & JB
2014-11-08 01:36:35
Tittle: The Lost Pony By Ashleigh67 Chapter one There once was girl who loved horses and ponies she loved them so much her parents got her one for her 13th birthday she named her pony maddie of course she rode maddie everyday after school she also had two friends named Shana and Synthia they had ponies too named Snow White and black beauty. They were the best friends ever.	Ashleigh67 & Snow light
2014-11-08 05:54:10
Tittle: The Lost Pony By Ashleigh67 Chapter two She also made friends with Pam Anna Lulu. She asked lulu do you want to go for a trail ride"? and Lulu said sure" but I have to ask my grandmother if I can she said okay I will " she also lived next door to Lulu as well as Anna Lulu said yes she told lulu should I go to Anna's to ask her if she would like to join us.	Ashleigh67 & Snow light
2014-11-09 03:34:04
Title: The Horse I Didn't Like By: Nat2 I never saw a horse I didn't like And that is quite a feat, you know And I never saw a horse that I hated That is, until we went to the horse show. Bays and blacks and flea-bitten grays All crowded in their separate stalls Monogramed saddles lines up the walls And their riders milled 'round in the hall I brushed past them all, for I wanted my own Though they nickered and whinnied and stared I finally passed through the appropriate door The selection found me quite unprepared The signs said FOR SALE! A BARGAIN! HALF PRICE! A white mare turned away from her door I went to her, a little bit scared from the price Five hundred? I couldn't afford more Gently I called her, cajoled her, persuaded Until she turned and just stared WIth one blue wall eye and one brown cross-eye I must admit I was scared A big Roman nose and a yellowish mane A set of despairing sagged ears A pair of buck teeth and a misshapen head So much as completed my fears The mare shook her head and snorted at me I jumped back in shock and revulsion But gently I touched her on her dark gray muzzle Though I don’t know what gave me the compulsion The thing tried to bite me! I pulled my hand back and scolded her soundly for trying The salesman walked up and, grinning, he said, “You’ve found the best!” He was lying With one of those mysterious smiles I dropped back from the stall door The mare tried to bite me again on my ear I scolded her just as before But the salesman reached out and tugged on her ear With a confidant, casual air, So she pulled off his tie and bit it in half And started uprooting his hair I couldn’t help laughing, he looked so confused As he swatted and kicked her away Then he picked up his tie, sliced neatly in two And dove back into the fray Her halter he gripped with his right hand His left he put on her nose But when he tried to calm he down SHe promptly stepped on his toes As I went into stitches He thwacked her furiously Until she reared and bit him hard and kicked him in the knee He fell back and the door slammed shut The horse watching proudly inside He stood and examined his pitiful self While I laughed so hard I cried The salesman was angry, red-faced and hot And I tried to calm myself down But when his rebuke failed to come from his mouth He managed a weak little frown “Perhaps I should leave and come back,” I suggested with a hopeful, sly look The salesman brushed back his nibbled-on hair, And the bait I’d cast out, he took “Yes, that would be nice,” he said with a smile “Come back, and this time bring money!” So I sauntered away, turned a corner, and ran Forgetting that, while it had been funny I was supposed to pick a horse For it was my birthday And while I’d seen a few I’d liked I couldn’t bring myself to pay For I’d see the horse with mismatched eyes With her ugly, big-toothed grin And though I’d have a pretty horse I’d just see her again. I passed through them all and then found my mom Smiling around at the stalls I reached her and opened my mouth But before I could speak, she called, “Oh, dear, did you find the horse of your dreams?” Was that supposed to be funny? “No, actually, Mom, I’d prefer a bike, “So here is the rest of your money.” With a perplexed little smile she took the bills offered And quizzically looked down at me And said, quite simply, with one cocked eyebrow “Is there something I need to see?” “Um, no Mom, that’s fine,” I said with chagrin “There’s really nothing that way.” SHe pulled me along, i’d been caught in her wake And I brought up the courage to say, “Okay, okay, fine! There’s this real ugly horse, “And a salesman that could talk off your ear! “Mom? Where are you looking? Hello? Earth to Mom? “Mom! Look down here! I’m down here!” But she was entranced by the horse of her dreams And ignored my plaintive cries For the ugliest mare that you ever did see Was living before her eyes “Oh great,” I thought, as my mother went forth Her hand out like one in a dream And that, that evil horse with the wicked buck teeth Was as gentle as she could seem! Gentle little nibbles on my mother’s palm And an under-the-eyelashes stare What could my mother even see in that thing? Some beauty that wasn’t even there? “This is the horse,” she murmured, in love As she wistfully stared at the sign “Five hundred dollars? Oh, Kate, do you mind?” And then I knew it was time. Great generals, leaders, emperors, too All knew when self-sacrifice called I breathed a deep breath and unclenched my fists “Sure Mom, that’s fine. Go ahead.” Her smile was rainbows and sunshine Fairy wings, gold dust, and dew All mixed into one as she handed the money To the salesman, mysteriously subdued Turns out that the mare, her hooves quite untrimmed, Had legs about twenty feet thick A stomach the size of two cougar-filled gunny sacks And a neck that was more like a brick “Well? What do you think?” Mom asked as we left The aberration plodding behind us “Just think of Caesar,” I comforted myself “She’s great Mom, and walks with no fuss.” “But don’t you think she’s badly proportioned? “I mean, just a little bit round?” Mom brushed me aside with a humorous laugh “Kate, that’s a little profound.” “She’s the perfect horse for me, you see? “She’s too heavy to rear up too high.” I thought for a moment and decided on silence I found my reprieve in the sky “Pretty white clouds for this time of day,” I said, steering the conversation off course “That one looks like an oyster with legs, “And that one looks just like a horse!” “Oh, just brilliant, you stupid, dumb thing,” Was all I could manage to think “Get Mom distracted by talking about horses!” I wished that I could just sink Into the ground with nary a word But of course it was not to be For Mom was speaking in a blithe, happy voice And of course she was speaking to me “Oh Kate, we can brush her and wash her and clip her, “And then we’ll check her for lice, “And we can take her out riding, by ourselves in the woods, “Oh now Kate, wouldn’t that be so nice?” NO, I wanted to say oh so bad That horse is the ugliest thing! It’s terribly sway-backed and yellowish-gray What enjoyment could it possibly bring? But we kept her, of course, in her very own stall WIth her very own halter and tack With her very own feed and her very own hay And her very own pasture out back I still do not like her, now named Diamond by Mom And she still does not like me at all When she kicks anything it is always toward me But I still have to muck out her stall Mom, it is plain, doesn’t like to get dirty But apparently I do, you see So whenever there’s anything to be done In the barn, Mom always calls me In the end, she dug out a place in Mom’s heart How she did so I have no earthly clue But she’s here for the duration and as long as I live There is nothing that I can do	Nat2 & The Price of Valor
2014-11-11 20:54:41
Tittle: The Lost Pony By: Ashleigh 67 Chapter three Anna said yes now she had to go to Pam's by the pony pal trail her Lulu,Anna and her went on the trail. There they saw Pam. Pam was training lighting for a horse show. They asked Pam if she wanted to go for a trail ride she said yes. They asked Mrs Crandal if they could go she said yes.l	Ashleigh67 & Snow light
2014-11-16 03:51:49