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October 2018 Story & Poem Contest Rules: 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. Pony writer quills are awarded every day, remember to quit the scavenger hunt and restart it after you get your quill to earn a higher score.

October 2018 Story & Poem Contest Rules: 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. Pony writer quills are awarded every day, remember to quit the scavenger hunt and restart it after you get your quill to earn a higher score.	Jane Crandal & JB
2018-10-01 22:44:34
MY BLITZ By Nat2 Out there somewhere in the trees Hidden where the eye can’t see He waits and watches there for me— My Blitz My handsome Blitz. With lightning’s speed he thunders on To greet the sun and bring the dawn He stops for nothing, spares no one— My Blitz My handsome Blitz. He flies like he has angel’s wings This stamping, snorting, rearing thing In his wild world he reigns as king— My Blitz My handsome Blitz. With dainty steps me comes to me But his eyes say he will always be A dashing phantom, running free— My Blitz My handsome Blitz.	Nat2 & The Price of Valor
2018-10-01 22:44:34
Galloping along the fence line, begging for a ride Always ready to go, no matter what. He was always there for me Now, what do I do? I will wait. And wait. And wait. Just for you.	Holmes & George
2018-10-02 14:59:09
I have big dreams to ride the world I have big dreams to fly I have just a few imaginary horses I have just a few wild thoughts But in the day They hide away They only dare to come out at night In the dark we romp and play Like the wild horses at the farm And when morning comes They run and hide And all is over till the night once more They do not care what I look like They do not care that I am small I forget my worries And just be with my friends once more	Rena18 & Redwood
2018-10-05 07:53:04
THUNDER Walking along the road, pondering in my mind, wondering what I will find, then he came, my beautiful Thunder, Galloping to me, Pure black and Beautiful, my beautiful thunder, though he never was mine; as he is a free spirit, but without a doubt, he is my thunder, my beautiful thunder, I touch his Sleek coat, and he whinnies to me, my beautiful thunder.	bella grace ponies & Prince
2018-10-07 01:41:16
Ghost Horse Chapter 7 By: PonyGal103 "Dad, c'mon, can't we go any fast?" I ask. I know I sound snappy, but I'm on m way to pick out horses. Of course I'm excited. The drive to the blue farm house seems longer than last time. "Simmer down there Brooke. We are almost there." My Dad replies. I can tell he's excited too. He always had a horse when he was growing up, and now he was ready to get ME one, or two, or three. I smile and bounce in my seat. After what seems like a million eternities, we finally pull up to the house I leap out of the car and race to go find my horses. I see my pen towards the back. Then I see the list of the order of Showings. I scan down and see my name right after my Dad's. We have about two hours before our Showings. I race back to my pen. Whisper the gentle, light grey mare, Bluegrass, the blue roan gelding, Moonlight, the smokey grey mare, and my little unnamed, black and white filly are all there. I check each of their vet slips and see that Bluegrass needs his teeth floated and shoes redone. I pull out a few carrot pieces and feed them to the horses. I look around and see that people have started their Showings so I walk over to my Dad's pen to talk to him. I tell him when his Showings are, I say "Do you know which horse you wan to take home for sure?" I looks over his three horses. "I'm not sure, Jasper here looks like a good choice" he says as he pats the roan gelding. "But then there's Whiskey." He rubs the brown geldings nose. I say "Did you name them?" He nods and replies "Yeah, there's Jasper, Whiskey and Silver" pointing to the roan, bay and a white stallion. "And there is Lily." He points to the dapple gray mare. I look at him and say "After mom?" He nods then says "How about you? who did you pick out?" I tell him about the horses I chose. Describing each one. I tell him about the filly, I say "What do you think I should name her?" He shakes his head "I have no idea, that's up to you." I shove him. "Your no help at all" He laughs and asks "Want to go down and watch some showings?" I nod and we walk down towards the crowd of people gathering. The arena is just a medium sized pen. There are a few tarps placed on the ground and a bridge to walk over and some flags whipping in the wind. It looks like someone just finished and a few seconds later a young man walks out leading a buckskin mare. He takes the mare up and down the bridge and across the tarps, getting her used to them and testing her patients and skills. The mare seems bored as she is led around and soon the man leads her off smiling. A few more people go and then the little boy I saw the first day, Patrick, comes out leading Red, the short cherry bay gelding. The boy is followed by his father and the three of them go through the course. Patrick is chatting away to Red and his father helps him go over the bridge. I can tell that Red is the perfect match for this boy. My dad and I wait for a another hour or so, then Dad decides to go and get Whiskey ready. He walks off just as another horse comes on. An older man pulls the stallion foreword. The horse is jet black and seems to enjoy watching the man struggle. He walks forward at a slow pace and then, as the man gives one last tug. The horse leaps foreword and the man falls straight back. The man gets up and shout something about a meat truck. I'm horrified. The man has left the ring leaving the horse there. I slip under the fence and cautiously approach the horse. I take his lead and feed him a carrot. He follows me easily out and to my pen. I put him in the last chute and look over him. He seems to be about 16 hands and in good health. On his halter is a faded name I look closer. Loki, it reads. The god of mischief I recall from Norse mythology. "Well Loki, the name fits you." I walk back to the ring to watch my Dad. He goes through with all of his horses, one by one and in the end decides to buy Jasper, Whiskey and Lily. Silver goes to a young man with three other large white stallions. After my dad finishes, it's my turn so I walk back and retrieve Whisper. We enter the ring and Whisper follows me quietly and we complete the course with no problems. Whisper did great, but she is very quite and a bit slow. I put her back and bring out Bluegrass. Blue does great through the course and I even get to sling a saddle on him and get him used to wearing it. I feel good about him and figure he will come home. I take Moonlight next and lead her around, letting her sniff everything and he calmly crosses the tarps and bridge. I put her back and bring the filly next. She seems nervous but follows me around and after a bit is trotting happily around the ring. I give her a pat and return her to her chute. I decide to try Loki again. I walk him out to the ring, but let him lead. I can tell everyone is nervous, remembering what happened last time. Loki walks calmly beside me and takes the course extremely well. I feed him the last of my carrot and put him back. My showings are done and as I am putting Loki, back a young woman comes up and asks if she could buy Moonlight. I agree and she take Moon. I watch them go, she is a English dressage rider and the two of them are a good fit. At the end of the day. My Dad buys four horses, Jasper, Whiskey, Lily and a large mouse grey stallion named Smokey. I buy Bluegrass, Loki, the filly who I've named Promise and I traded Whisper for a Gypsy Vanner named Willow. I am happy with our decisions and we will bring the horses home tomorrow.	Ponygal103 & Sai
2018-10-07 17:04:44
Happy every day Only the best Running free So sweet Everything to me	Rena18 & Redwood
2018-10-08 22:16:16
she walks n beauty, likes the night of cloudyness elimes and starry skies	laurasilia & Molly
2018-10-19 23:22:25
SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5 Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. -Lord Byron Originals only, please.	Jane Crandal & JB
2018-10-19 23:43:59
Struggle By Wilber This is what I want to do, Cuz who wants a racket and a tutu? We riders always have it tough, As buying a horse is always rough. But we horse on in rain or sun, Our Barbie doesn't matter, With books and barks and Breyer fun, Our day will just get better!	Wilber & Dark sunshine
2018-10-21 01:07:56