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May 2016 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.

May 2016 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
2017-05-03 02:18:35
PRIDE Poem By TheHorseRiders I have a horse named Pride. He is shy and always likes to hide. He is my favourite racehorse. He always gallops around the racecourse. He is a Thoroughbred, And loves it when I sleep on my camp bed. He hates it when I give his mane a trim. But all the same Pride loves me, and I love him!	TheHorseRiders & Chiko
2016-05-01 08:07:54
The Hiding Horse by: kandydove Every day I go down to see what is supposed to be a mystery. Everyone tells me there's a horse named Bells, but all I know is that I'm supposed to call it. I whinny I snort I tell my dog Tinnie to run back home before dark. The next day I go down to check on This hiding Horse. I find her all wet and just a tad worse than what they say, "I've found The Hiding Horse, upon a line of vines!"	kandydove & Heffy
2016-05-01 13:07:59
How Beautiful by: kandydove How Beautiful this wonderful horse is Black mane, white tail All I can do is stare. This horse is unique white coat brown spots and some dots I call him Mine How Beautiful I say whenever I I go down to the lake where this Piece of heaven lives as free as the wind.	kandydove & Heffy
2016-05-01 13:16:08
My Pony by PeanutisaBay I have a pony He is sometimes lonely I like to ride him around the place but he did eat my shoe lace! I love my pony even when he's sometimes a pest.	PeanutisaBay & Liquorice
2016-05-01 21:31:58
SARAH Poem By TheHorseRiders Sarah is my lovely bay, Who always has to have her own way. In the snow, she pulls the big sleigh But she’s never too tired to play. She loves to run away, Maybe because she is a bay. Sarah is such a sweetie, She is a beauty.	TheHorseRiders & Chiko
2016-05-03 02:26:11
Silver Is Mine By kandydove I went to see this wonderful sight, a horse with a mane flowing like a kite. He froze when I said that he was the color of, pencil led. He trotted up to me and that's when I noticed, he was dotted. I call him Silver and I visit him every day even though I'm told to stay. I hop on Silver's back hold close to his mane, and let him take me to where it's as peaceful as a hymn. Silver is mine, I have tamed him to pick me up from the shore line. My heart breaks when I walk away to go home, I see his sadness beneath his wet coat. I cry and run up to him and squeeze my arms around his neck, "Oh, Silver, tomorrow we'll meet again, I'll come RIGHT after I eat!" I walk away I hear his last neigh. And I wave good bye to my piece of heaven.	kandydove & Heffy
2016-05-03 21:51:42
My Pony Poem By PeanutisaBay I have a pony he is sometimes lonely but he is a pony not a horse! he goes down the cross-country course I payed a bill and went up the hill for a nice chill then we go down he is sometimes a clown he also likes me to stroke his face and that is the case! It is soon evening I say goodbye to my pony me and my pony will be lonely! but we both know that we will see each other again tomorrow!	PeanutisaBay & Liquorice
2016-05-04 01:46:40
Palomino Beast By Rhythm22 I walked down the steps, with my red backpack slung over my shoulder. I was in a hurry to get to get home because we were going to the stables today. Today would be the first time I would be riding and having a lesson at Northern Brook Equestrian Center. NBEC is one of the best equestrian centers near me. Chris ran up to me yelling "Hey Alice! Wait! I'm walking you home!". I stopped walking then replied "Okay. Why are you walking home with me exactly?" "I don't know, I just wanted to hangout with you for a bit." I smiled, and said "Okay well lets go!." ----Chapter 2---- "So, you're telling me you ride horses?" Chris asked. "Well Yeah, Why do you think I was running down the stairs?" "Well I didn't think you would be a girl who rides horses." Chris said. "Okay. We are almost to my house, we just have to go down here by the willow tree and turn right. My house is that blue house with the little garden next to the front porch. My house is the 4th house on Flower Street" I said smiling. Chris and I passed the huge willow tree, and turned onto my street. Most of the houses on my street look the same, but mine stands out. Instead of having yellow or white walls, my house has blue walls on the outside and window shutters on the windows. Me and mom don't use the window shutters anymore though. Chris walked into my house with me and set his backpack down on the leopard print rug that sat in the living room. My grandma had bought the rug for me last christmas. "Sorry for the mess" I muttered. "Oh what mess? Your house is so neat and clean! CLeaner than my room!." Chris Joked. Chris and I walked into my room so we could hangout and watch tv till my mom got home. My room was just an average size room with a twin size bed, a dresser, a ceiling fan, and a purple rug with a horse on it in the middle of the floor. We watched "The Bird Show" till we heard someone knock on my bedroom door. I opened the door and my mom was standing in front of me smiling. Chris looked over at my mom startled and didn't move. I think he was scared. "So who is this blonde shaggy haired, blue eyed boy here Alice?" My mom asked and smiled. "Oh He's-" Chris cut me off in the middle of my sentence. "Nice to meet you Ms.Pepper! I'm Chris Brooks, a friend of Alice's. She's my bestfriend matter of fact." Chris explained. "Oh how nice! Were you the boy who took alice to the 6th grade school dance last year?" Mom asked, she obviously meant to embarrass me. "Yeah, Me and Alice had an awesome time". Chris replied. "MOM! Do you try to embarrass me in front of chris? He's just a friend. And YES! we are bestfriends.". I almost half yelled and laughed while I said it. ~~~~~ Chapter 3. TO BE CONTINUED	Rhythm22 & Honey
2016-05-05 01:09:58
POEM DOES NOT CONTAIN PONIES My Hamster Squeak. By Rhythm22 I have a fluffy brown Hamster His name is squeak His favorite sound to make is EEEP! Squeak likes to roll around in his Hamster Ball In the hallway at the Shopping Mall. At the mall there's a guy The guy is named Paul and he sells Hamster Balls. He gives Squeak a treat and the treat is usually really Sweet Like my hamster named Squeak!	Rhythm22 & Honey
2016-05-05 01:09:58