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November 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. Jane Crandal & JB

November 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. Jane Crandal & JB	Jane Crandal & JB
2020-10-31 23:47:19
My Pony by SecretariatFan 101 I stand at the fence and call your name, and watch as you run over with the wind in your mane. I like hybrids such as mules and hinnies, but I wouldn't trade you for any of those when I hear your sweet whinny.	SecretariatFan 101 & Peanutbutter
2020-11-01 21:01:11
Fame- We all know of Seabiscuit, the fastest horse of his time and of Secretariat, with his over-sized heart and record Victory in the Belmont Stakes. But little farm horse, little farm horse. You are no Thoroughbred, you will never be a Secretariat. You are just a simple Appaloosa. But, you are my Appaloosa, simple as you may be. I dont need a record breaking horse, with an over-sized heart. I just need you, my loyal steed. Fair and true, loyal as can be. My beautiful horse, you are famous to me. the horse with the mamoth heart	nightsong & Dream Catcher
2020-11-02 03:28:03
Cart Crash by CBehnke The wind was roaring, loud and proud. I was in the cart. It was not a golf cart, not a go-cart, but Dually’s cart. It was me and Dually, a team. “Circle Dually to the right,” Clinton yelled, but the loud rumbling noise of the cart covered his voice like a blanket. “Circle,” he was louder this time, and I managed to hear his voice. I sat up at the sound, realizing he had already asked once. “Ok,” I replied, squeezing the right rein just enough to pull Dually to the right. His black and white body twisted and turned until we were back on the rail, safe. He twitched his ears, taking in the sound of trees blowing in the wind, and big horses galloping around the field. I took a deep breath, knowing it would calm him down. Surely, Dually breathed with me, taking in my courage as if it were oxygen. As if he needed it, or else he would not survive. Round and round we went, circling the arena until Clinton asked us to stop. “Why don’t you walk now,” he told me. I slowed Dually to a walk, and he gladly did what I asked. “Try some serpentines,” he spoke softly. “Like, small loops on the long edge.” I knew what he meant when he said, “serpentines”. But I was okay with the assurance. I pulled on the right rein, then the left, and looped my way to the other side. “Nice,” Clinton said, encouragingly. “Now try at the trot.” I urged Dually into a nice slow trot. He surprised me as he jerked the cart forward, leaving me with a bounce. “It’s okay buddy,” I soothed, “You’re fine.” He slowed his pace, and I looked around the corner. Together, we turned, right, left, right, left, all the way to the other side of the arena. Clinton nodded and whispered something I couldn’t make out to my mom. Meanwhile, Dually and I trotted three laps, just trying to be calm. The horses in the field next to us were frolicking. They bucked and spun and galloped to their hearts’ contentment. Dually was spooked by this, and suddenly took off into a little canter. “Shhh, whoa Duals, you’re okay,” I consoled. He slowed up, and we trotted some more, me hoping that was all. Little did I know, much more would happen that day. We were in continuous circles, when Clinton yelled, “Charli, make sure you have good contact with his mouth.” I checked my reins and slightly tightened them up. Then answered, “They’re all good now.” Clinton screamed back to me, talking about how I need to have a firm hold so I can hold Dually back if he gets strong. Sure enough, that’s when Dually got strong. No, not just strong, he took off. I saw Clinton race to the front of us. It was too late. I was in the cart for about half a second when we hit a hole in the hardened sand. It bounced me out with a very swift movement. My mind was racing, thinking of the bad. Maybe he would break his leg, what if he got hurt, what if… I couldn’t think of that. I had to stay in the moment, to be there for Dually. I wiped away tears and got up. I could see my mom’s worries shift from me to Dually. “Go wash your hands,” Clinton told me, reassuringly. “We can handle Dually.” All the while Dually was sprinting around with part of the cart between his legs. Just as I left, however, they caught him. I could feel my tension vanish when Mom looked and smiled at me. I knew he was going to be okay. We would be okay. I rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed the dirt off my hands. Besides that, I was fine. When I got back to the arena, Mom and Clinton were taking all of Dually’s tack off. He had the worried, fearful look in his eye. Mom waved me over, so I rushed without spooking Dually. I took his lead as I reached him. “You are fine” I whispered. “It’s going to be okay. I forgive you.” He seemed to calm down with that. There was one thing to be sure of, that moment would never be forgotten. No, not by me nor Dually.	CBehnke & Emmy
2020-11-03 22:20:27
I used to not be able to lope, but that was a while ago. I didn't trust my horse fully, but he trusted me. Now I lope right off the bat, and my horse is getting the opposite of fat. I love horses so very much, and I hope that they love me. Up in the sky so very pretty lies a star for me. Here is another one: My horse has big brown eyes of kindness and trust. He is strong and a beautiful dark bay. I love him so. Now he follows me all day!	WesternHorseLover & Mocha
2020-11-06 18:00:58
Tame Horse or Magic Girl? One day Lilly was walking to her soccer game, and there was a wild horse on the way. She always says hi, but this time the wild horse was not there. He was getting ready to jump over the fence. Lilly screaming but the horse did not hurt her. She was going to be late to her soccer game. When the horse acted as if he wanted Lilly to ride him bareback. Lilly did and soon after she dropped soccer and started horse riding. The end.	WesternHorseLover & Mocha
2020-11-06 18:59:48
The Ride by patiencegirl A dark bay horse trotted around a flat, wide arena as a stout woman watched him leap over the jump she had constructed out of barrels. "That's it, Pepper. Again," the woman instructed, in her thick British accent. She was wearing a tailored dressage jacket, jhodpurs extending from her waist to her ankles. As a professional rider, Cocomel Pacelli and her horse, Magic Maker, knew a thing or two about dressage. She mounted Magic and circled him around the ring. He was eager to jump, like always, since Coco had him. They'd won a good many shows, thought Cocomel, as they flew over the jump.	patiencegirl & Patience
2020-11-10 23:41:06
The White Mare by linusthegreat A young, wild white mare galloped across the desert, her tail raised high. Avali had escaped human hands before; she could do it again, she thought. A human pursued her, the same strange creature that she feared would take her herd. He had chased her through dark woods, lush prairies, steep mountains, and now dry deserts. Avali would never be caught.	linusthegreat & featherheart
2020-11-11 16:55:02
Beautiful Horses by CBehnke Oh horses You beautiful things Your manes, so course Your hooves, like wings I just want to jump on and sing	CBehnke & Emmy
2020-11-24 02:22:17
'Twas the day before Christmas, my mother had said that my new horse would be in the Christmas reenactment that the town held. She was playing as Rouldouph. "B-B-But, she injured her leg, I stuttered."She can't be in it." A stout man with a white beard and red coat spoke quietly "Don't be too sure. Christmas is a time for miracles, Emma." "How do you know my name?" I asked, startled. "Some secrets are too big to tell. You just have to find out for yourself."	linusthegreat & featherheart
2020-11-24 22:12:47