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February 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.

By:wildlife456 Title: Pongo Pony There one was a pony named Pongo. His canter, the beat of a bongo. speckled and dotted easily spotted With me,he frequently trotted.	user no longer exists & ---
2015-02-17 16:59:22
My Pets by 9433651 name is dusty color is rusty galloping in the fields name is mocha color is cocoa chewing on her bones name is Mack color is black purring as I stroke her name is fin gold is his skin swimming in his tank name is Lou color is blue flying all around	9433651 & lyra heartstrings
2015-02-21 01:22:28
i wonder how i enter a story?	user no longer exists & ---
2015-02-22 02:15:29
The same way you wrote your message.	Jane Crandal & JB
2015-02-22 02:32:26
when will we see who won ***READ THE MARCH PONY PALS MAGAZINE. ADMIN***	9433651 & lyra heartstrings
2015-02-22 21:29:24
Goldfield stables chapter 1. Mine? by flutteshy As Kate Susan walked along the rode from school she wonders what she will get for her 13th birthday. As like every time coming back home from school she hopes and hopes a pony. But evey kid at school teases her that only in her dreams she will get one. In two days is Kate's birthday. She turns the corner and is almost home. Out of know where comes a pony. With a sleek black mane and tail. She gasps. The pony muzzle's Kate pocket. She looked up and down at the big mare. She looked around her and with out thought she grabs the bay mares halter and walked wondering who's pony is it. About ten minutes later a little girl grabs the ponys halter says thank you over and over again to kate. Kate asks its yours?. The girl says yes.kate says bye and runs to her house. She sees a big trailer. Then her brother and parents standing by a chestnut made with a blonde main and tail. She asks who's is it. The parents say altogether at the same time yours.mine? Kate askes. Yep Kate's brother says patting the pony on the neck.mine?. Kate asked agin. Really mine?. She exclaimed yes! She shouted I'll call you.... Lightning.the end for know I will make chapter 2 later.	flutteshy & Checkers
2015-02-24 21:28:10
Gus By 9433651 you run for the school bus but before you stop to see Gus Gus is your horse of course you don't want to be at school you want to see Gus but no horses allowed its a rule then you come home in your room you roam then you remember Gus the last time you saw him was before the bus you run outside you fling the barn door open wide you find him there and at his beauty you stare	9433651 & lyra heartstrings
2015-02-25 16:15:27
Riding in the field. a poem by flutteshy. A beautiful summer morning anything but boring. Saying hi and brushing makes time go by. Mounting the horse brings such a force. First at a walk then a trot then a canter up at the top.running high up then down up then down makes a frown turn upside down.	flutteshy & Checkers
2015-02-25 16:15:27
Can i enter and how do i enter? ***POST YOUR MESSAGE HERE JUST LIKE YOU DID YOUR QUESTION. admin***	user no longer exists & ---
2015-02-27 16:06:00
Sun Pegasus By Starlitluna Have you ever heard the myth Of a flamed horse with wings? That it was once wild, But tamed, by the fiery sun And in turn tamed by him? Ah, I see that you do not know, And so it falls to me. To tell you of a fiery tale, where Pegasus met the Sun, And where She tamed Him alone. In the times of myth and magic There was a hero named Perseus. When he slayed Medusa the Gorgon, From her blood Sprang two forms. One was snowy white. He opened his wings, And snorted, silver breath misting, He flew away to the sapphire sky, But his story is not mine to tell. The other was a She, And different, as the day to night. Her hooves, afire with flames Her wings, with glorious, golden feathers Her eyes twin amber jewels. She flew away, like her brother, But she took to hiding in the mountains, Where earth was cool And caves will soothe Her fire that burned so fierce. Untamed, she will gallop Through the lands, once in a hundred years And when she steps out of her cool abode The lands will suffer wildfires, From her hooves aflame. And once, she looked up to the sky, And glimpsed, for the first time, The fiery globe of fire burning Fierce, untamed, immortal, like her The proud Sun shining in the sky. And then she looked, To the ground once more, And saw, To her horror, The people suffering. Too fierce, too wild, like her, The Sun burned far too bright. And the heat, Scorched the lands And blackened it to ashes. She spread her glorious golden wings And flew to the sun itself. Alighting on a cloud She saw, to her wonder An orb of pure, unbridled fire. His topaz eyes were fierce, Twin orbs of burning coal Sitting on his throne of fire He glared at her with contempt. She approached him with haughty steps. "My lord, see not the destruction You've wrecked on the lands? See not the fires that burn The crops of the people?" She looked at him proudly in the eyes. He glared back at her. "Lady, the fires that burn Were not purely mine. Thyself have done a good part With thy hooves of fire." She reared, Hooves striking the clouds "Nay, my lord. Thy words I cannot believe. For I saw with my own eyes." His eyes burned with anger. "Lady, does thy know? As you gallop across the land The embers from your hooves Catch fire in the dry grass." She ruffled her feathers Annoyed by the words. "Ever does thy words Point that others are wrong And thyself are right. Yea, I do admit Wildfires burn brighter every hundredth year But as I glance down every day I see the land black and burned." He lowered his eyes, Shamed by her words. "Forgive me, lady My words do me shame. But I cannot control my own fires." She walks closer, Her head lifted proudly. "Neither can I, my lord. But together, we will tame The fires that once burned fierce." With her wings of glorious gold She lifted the Sun, fiery orb and all onto her strong, golden back The flames burned her not. And so, ever since She has carried the Sun upon her wings. From dawn to dusk, She galloped across the sky Taking joy in her freedom. And since that day, Their fires were tamed Cooled, bridled, controlled The land flourished Under the gentle light. And here does this story end And now you know the truth Of the Pegasus and the Sun And how they tamed each other. The ending dissolving into myths. *** Yup, another freestyle. Unfortunately, I won't be entering stories for this month. Don't have the time to write the second part of 'Brumby Tale' out, as exams are just around the corner. Sorry if this one's a bit under my usual form as I threw this together in the last minute...just hope that you'll like it.	Starlitluna & Shadowfax
2015-02-27 16:09:06