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March 2020 Story and 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

March 2020 Story and 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	Jane Crandal & JB
2020-02-29 04:18:51
Flowers Haiku by msjane The days lengthen My shedding blade Makes hair circles like blooms in the sand	msjane & AE
2020-03-01 02:07:49
Five Star Ranch Chapter 2 Part 1 by Adeline HC Wanda Peterson and Jenny Green passed beneath the Five Star Ranch sign astride their horses, Pepper and Sioux. “. . .and then all I could hear was “The pony’s out!’” Jenny laughed. “I swear, it took us almost an hour to chase down that pony. Who knew Thumper was such a fast runner.” “I know! He enjoyed his freedom, though. But, once he realized how hungry he was, he finally agreed to come back.” Wanda said. Thumper was the palomino Welsh pony of Five Star Ranch. His favorite things to do were soaking up all the attention he could and lazing around the ranch yard. The escape had been a surprise to all on the ranch. “Speaking of Thumper, Cathy’s coming over tomorrow to ride,” Wanda said. Cathy was Thumper’s hyper, seven-year-old owner that boarded him at Five Star. “Yeah.” Jenny nodded. “You think Amy is back with that horse yet?” she wondered absent-mindedly. Wanda shrugged. “Probably,” she said. “I’m ready for a run, how about you?” Jenny smiled. “I’ll race you.” Wanda moved forward in her saddle and Pepper broke into action. Her smooth stride took her to the lead, but for only a moment. Jenny and Sioux eased past them. Pepper pricked her ears in Sioux’s direction, wondering why her friend was leaving her behind. “Don’t worry girl. You gave it your best shot.” Wanda told the flea-bitten mare. The warm summer breeze whipped with the speeding horses. Wanda’s reckless braids loosed even further. She didn’t want to think of what she would look like if she looked into the mirror when she got home. Jenny’s laugh carried in the breeze. Hearing the joy in her friend’s voice made Wanda smile. Jenny and Sioux kept on advancing past. The main ranch house came into view and Wanda began the process of slowing her mount. Pepper slowed, though it was obvious she wanted to continue her run. She enjoyed speed but didn’t possess much of it. She wasn’t the slowest horse on the ranch, but she was most certainly not the fastest. “Whoa, girl.” Wanda chuckled. Pepper trotted into the ranch yard, then slowed to a walk, her rib cage rising and falling. Her ears pricked and she whinnied to announce to the other horses she was home. None answered her, but she didn’t seem very disappointed. Wanda dismounted and Pepper turned to her to get her usual head rub. “That’s right. You are a good girl.” Wanda led the flea-bitten mare back into the barn and clipped her into the crossties. Jenny followed with Sioux. “How many times is that?” Wanda looked over Pepper’s back. “Huh?” “How many times have I won our races?” “Oh, I don’t know,” Wanda played dumb. “All of them.” Jenny chuckled. “Sioux’s just a fast guy, and Pepper–“ Wanda gave Jenny the look. “Pepper is a great horse, and she’s your baby, but doesn’t have the talent to go fast?” Jenny winced. “I’ll accept it. But, be a little more careful next time. Pepper could get very upset if you said anything bad about her.” Wanda said, putting her tack away. “Sorry, Pepper. You’re just a big, old softy, aren’t you, though?” Jenny said, giving the mare a scratch. “Did you say ‘old?’” Wanda demanded. “Oops, sorry.“ “I’m joking,” Wanda laughed. “Now, can you hand me that brush. Pepper is due in for some spa time.” “Oh dear, boy,” Jenny said to her horse. “We’d better get out of here!” Jenny trotted away, Sioux in tow. Unsaddled and brushed, the brown paint gleamed in the sun as Jenny led him out of the barn. Beyond the paint and his owner was Five Star Ranch. More than fifty acres of land and pasture. A pole shed that served as a makeshift indoor arena stood apart from the barn. Two round pens stood next to the arena. Lean-tos stood in all eight of the pastures. The old three-story ranch house was probably the least impressive. It had chipping white paint, and the green trimming was fading, but it had its charms. The ranch wasn’t enormous and fancy, but, still, it was like living a dream. Jenny looked out over a pasture. Three horses stood together grazing under a maple tree. They belonged to Ori, Amy, and Saige. Jenny set Sioux loose to graze along with them. He grunted and dropped to the ground to roll. All her grooming is ruined. Still, Jenny smiled. Her horse deserved relaxation. “You can roll in the dirt, boy, but please no mud,” Jenny told him. As if in answer, he snorted. The dirt he unsettled created a smoky cloud around him. That wouldn’t happen to him if he rolled in the mud. Jenny groaned. "Don’t you even think about it, Sioux." Cruise, Ori’s goofy chestnut gelding, came over to greet Sioux first. Sioux and the chestnut sniffed noses and on came the next horse to investigate. Amy’s mare, Gemma (aka Gem), trotted over. The bay mare didn’t waste time in giving Sioux a nibble on the neck. Sioux returned the gesture. The last to step forward was Indigo, Saige’s black appaloosa mare. She was the mother hen of the group. She was only eight, but she acted like a fifteen-year-old broodmare on anxiety drugs. She was by far the calmest horse on the ranch. The most rambunctious, though, was probably Jiggs. He stood in a pasture along with Hunk and Gopher, two other colts. Hunk, a large sooty chestnut, was a two-year-old, while Jiggs and Gopher were one year old’s. The most famous stunt that Jiggs performed was unlatching the pasture gates and letting the horses loose. And, he also, at any given moment, took off at a run – with absolutely no warning. He loved it. At the moment, he was goading Gopher into playing with him. When the quiet cremello colt finally gave in, giving up his lazy afternoon mindset, he took off after Jiggs. The two colts raced off, Hunk prancing after them. They jumped into the air. Jiggs’ buckskin body seemed to jackknife as he twisted in a playful buck. Jenny smiled as she watched their antics. Somedays she wished she was a horse care-free and gorgeous. She sighed, leaning against the fence with her arms crossed. “What’s up, Jen?” a voice asked behind her. “Nothing much, Amy.” Jenny turned around. “What about you? How’d the horse load?” Amy wobbled her hand in front of her. “Eh. She loaded okay. She thought she was being abducted, but other than that, okay.” Jenny smiled. “Where is she?” “Saige put her in one of the paddocks. Want to go check her out?” “Of course,” Jenny said. “Wanda beat you to her, though.” “I can only beat her when I’m on a horse. Otherwise, on the ground, I’m a loser.” Jenny said. “You’re not a loser. But, you know, not everything is a race.” “Right.” Jenny nodded, with a sly smile. “Beat you to the barn!” She took off running, Amy in pursuit, laughing.	Adeline HC & Esprit Ellis
2020-03-03 20:34:03
once upon a time there was a girl(me) she wanted a horse so bad. so when she finally got a horse she was so happy. soon she would realize that there are people out there that think they know how to train horses but in reality don't even know what a saddle is. well skip to present day 8 years later, now i have 4 beautiful horses and with 4 horses comes 4 million people that know how to train my horses. a couple of days ago i was in the jumping arena when a young lady in her early 20s pulled in. she didn't work at the barn nor does she own any horses out there, she was there to take pictures for her college graduation. i kid you not the first thing she said to me was "OMG is that a wip" which it was not it was a riding crop "that's abuse i will call CAPA on you" at that point i was used to people saying that using a crop or dressage whip was abuse so it didn't really bother me. but then she went as far as to say "and OMG your like yanking on his mouth... Wait are those spurs" at that point i was just surprised that she was smart enough to even know what spurs were. so i told her that i was not yanking on his mouth because i had a loose rein and that it wasn't a whip and that its a crop and i don't beat them with it i only tap them with it so they know that they better move. she was like "BUT STILL YOUR USING SPURS" and so i told her that i was riding a mare that was fat and lazy. so i would use the spurs to get her moving because she was used to the crop. and that girl did her hole "BUT STILL" thing so i said "listen lady go take you stupid photos and leave cause i ain't got time for your drama." in the end guys don't tell Equestrians what they should and shouldn't be using and DONT TELL THEM HOW TO TRAIN THEIR HORSES!!!!!!!	Equestrian_ForLife & Lizzy
2020-03-07 05:28:36
Poem for my Pony by msjane Your golden coat gleams In the setting sun. You were born into my arms. Into my heart. The question is asked When will we ride? The day is too short. Not today, I answer. Saddened. I have work to do. Things to clean. You turn back to grass Grateful for the green of spring.	msjane & AE
2020-03-08 02:28:25
Sunset Poeam by Wind Drummer Quietly, you nibble the grass Daintily, you lift your head and prance towards me Mane flying in the brisk wind I tramble the daisies and run to you Arms around your neck, heart singing The sky turns gold and pink And we watch the sunset together	Wind drummer & Renaria
2020-03-08 08:53:31
Ode to Dolly Poem by horseEden Are you always this crazy, or is it just me? Ouch, I fell off again, oh no and oh gee!	horseEden & Gaston
2020-03-14 18:08:05
Muffin Poem by ginger2020 Underestimated pony But does her best Is so sweet to me she deserves a rest!	user no longer exists & ---
2020-03-15 21:10:35
Horses By Rena Small, tall Big , Little Heavy, Light Strong, weak Horses Dark, light Brown, bay Black, white Spotted, dappled Horses Friendly, pushy Calm, spirited Wild, tame Hopeful, new Horses	Rena & Lava
2020-03-16 03:51:25
Horses Poem by horseEden When you're feeling down, look into a horse's eyes It will make you have a crown, in the darkest of the nights	horseEden & Gaston
2020-03-16 16:56:35