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June 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.

June 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
2018-05-31 16:29:47
A mare struggled with contractions. They jolted her body. Her owners nervously observed the birth canal. Only one hoof was protruding. Another contraction jerked her body. "Easy, Daisy. Keep it up. You're alright." the nervous owner, Henry Brown, coaxed. Finally another hoof followed the other. Did the foal have a short leg? The owners hoped not. A foal with a bad leg was no good. But, to their relief, the leg straightened out to be the exact length of the other. The two yellow legs increased to a full yellow body. And it was then that Yellow Colt took his first breathe. The owners were a bit confused about his coloring. His mother was a striking bay, and his father a handsome black. Why would this colt be yellow? They hoped he would grow out of it, for most everyone wanted a true colt, that resembled one of it's parents. Yellow Colt looked around in a daze. He stared nervously at large blobs that were moving around. And there was one right beside him. He struggled to move away, but flailed to his side. An odd feeling moved along his face. It was moving! He jerked away. He slipped again, into a large mass of warmth. He soon recognized his mother. Though he had never seen her before, instict took over and he planted his feet squarely so as not to fall. He nudged his mother to get up. Sounds gurgled behind him, known as chuckling, but he didn't know how to identify sound yet. Only his mother interested him-or rather what she would give him. He drank his first milk deeply. Oh, did it taste good! He took one more gulp and then collapsed to the floor, exausted. He let out a sigh and slept. A bird whistle awoke Yellow Colt. He had never heard such a strange sound. His mother's snoring brought him fully awake. He aroused and stood up, nudging his mother. She groaned awake and stood. Before Yellow Colt could have his drink of milk, his mother shook, bits of bedding flying every which way. Yellow colt whinnied a protest. His mother stopped and turned her head to look at him. Yellow Colt, satisfied, drank his full of milk and then settled back down onto the straw. A doors creaking awoke him the next time. He snorted dissapproval and looked up to see tall figures looking into the stall. He stared at them ignorantly, seeing if they'd dare come in and disturb him further. But, to his satisfaction, they didn't and he fell back to a comforting sleep. The next few days continued like that; quiet, waking up for feeding, then more sleep. But then one day, Yellow Colt found one of the tall figures inside his stall. He later learned to call them humans. He watched the person put a floppy contraption onto his mother! What was happening?! Yellow Colt struggled to his feet as his mother followed the human. He jumped out of the stall, and found there was no blue sky that his mother had told him about. The sky was only a brown, like the coat of his mother. He stumbled after her. He saw a large patch of bright ahead of him. He hadn't seen anything like it. He blinked away the brightness to find grass as tall as him growing far and wide. He scurried to be beside his mother. Then Yellow Colt looked up. So, that must be the blue sky! It was big-much bigger than him! He stayed close to his mothers flank. Seeing another animal his size, he wandered a little ways before a tall fence stopped him. Then animal came up to him and let out a loud bleat. Yellow Colt rushed back to his mothers side. He heard his mother chuckling, in the form of a loud nicker. He snorted and stayed close by. Finally, the human let his mother go. Yellow colt jumped into the pasture after her, not wanting to be anywhere near the human. He trotted after his mother and then soon found he could go even faster than her. Though he found himself on the ground the first time her tried it, he loved to run. But, as quickly as he found out he could pass his mother, while she was trotting, he found out he couldn't keep up. She had the speed of lightning. Her strides covered more ground than the grass, or so Yellow Colt thought. He tried every day to catch her, and once he almost caught up. But after every race, he'd collapse to the ground, taking a long needed nap. As with life in the stall, his life continued to be that way-until the surprise of having the same thing his mother wore on his face. He had bucked and kicked, trying to get the contraption off, but nothing would work. Finally, after an hour of struggling, he gave up and took one of his multiple naps. He woke an hour later, his mother resting beside him. He nuzzled her shoulder and she woke up with a snort. She looked over at him curiously, and then shook her head. She grunted as she stood up. Yellow Colt stood up with her and nudged her side once more. He then drank his fill of milk. Sure, he didn't like the halter, but, after all that struggle, he just didn't want to go through it again. Yellow Colt snorted when he pulled away and his mother's tail flung at his face. He jumped away and bucked. She followed after him at a leisurely walk and kept her eye on him as he explored the pasture with his imagination. The days turned into months, and Yellow Colt grew into a weanling. He was a big colt, and still growing. He already measured 11.3 hands tall. But, with his growth came weaning time. He put up a great fight that day as he was lead to his new pasture. The farmer struggled every inch of the way, but finally got the stubborn colt inside the weaning pen. He bucked angrily and whinnied furiously. He would have no part of this! He couldn't hear his mother's comforting voice. Where was she? He broke out in a nervous sweat and stomped his hoofs angrily. With every step he took, he let out a loud snort. Then he stopped and planted his hooves firmly on the ground and let out a high pitched whinny. The air around him filled with other whinnies, but none of them were his mother's. Where could she be? Then he noticed the man by the fence, watching. A thought struck his head. What if he did something to her!? He wondered worriedly. He bolted over to the fence and lashed out at the farmer. Where's ma! he repeated. Suddenly, the man had a rope in his hand and snapped it at Yellow Colt's neck. He squealed in fright and raced across the pasture. He trotted under a tree branch and stayed there for the next few days. Dispite his troubles, he noticed the man went on with his work during the day as if nothing had ever happened. He should feel guilty about taking me away from mother, Yellow Colt tsked. But, soon, he realized he could survive without her. Still, he loved his dam, and nothing would take the memory of her away. A week later, the man moved Yellow Colt to a different pen near the barn. Yellow Colt snorted through his new seroundings and then soon became accustom to it. The man did many strange things around him during the day. He pushed Yellow Colt on the shoulder and rump every day and expected him to move away. Frequently, Yellow Colt would lean back, but at the end of the session, he would get annoyed and move away from the pressure. The man would always pat him on the shoulder. Yellow Colt would ignore him when he did this. Who needed a human, anyway? One day, he saw two horses and humans coming out of the barn. He soon realized on of them was his mother. He trotted over to the fence and whinnied pleadingly. Mother perked up her ears and nickered. Where are you going? What's that on your back! Yellow Colt wondered in alarm. I am going on a hack. This is a saddle. And I have a bridle without a bit on my head. She told him softly. Soon, you'll learn the uses of these things, but I must go now. He lowered his head, made a grunt and then went to grazing again, but keeping an eye on the departing horses and riders. They looked so strange. No way was he having a human on his back someday. Yellow Colt snorted disapproval. No self respecting horse would do such a think. And to think his mother allowed a child on her back. He certainly was going to be just like his father. But his mind was soon changed. He had been grazing by the fence when he saw his proud black father, with a bridle and saddle. A man was by his side, stepping on. And worst of all, he let him! Yellow Colt scoffed. No way. Certainly not. I'll be my own colt, before I go acting like them! He settled himself to grazing again. No one was going to tell him to act different, either. His mother had told him to be an independent colt, so that was exactly what he was going to do!	Adeline HC & Esprit Ellis
2018-06-01 16:33:48
RIDING FREE I'm gonna ride, I'm gonna ride, I'm riding free, I'm riding free, so come along join me on this journey with me, I'm gonna ride, I'm gonna ride, I am riding free, as long as i feel spirit within me! I'm gonna ride! THANKS JANE! CHECK YOUR WMAILI SENT YOU A MEASSGE	bella grace ponies & Prince
2018-06-01 18:00:22
Stories are fun, Stories are great, But what is better than riding in the sun, With a horse and your best mate?	mimiem & Rachel
2018-06-04 04:18:10
"Dreams of the First Day" By abigailandboomerang I always have dreams of the day I'll ride The first day, of course, for I've never felt a horse's strides... And mom found a place to fill my heart with joy A place to ride. To ride a horse! When I arrived, a horse was waiting for me A pinto he was, and handsome was he! I rode Western and he walked around the arena There we were, everyone could see us! We had a special bond, my riding horse and me And the lessons we enjoyed, my sisters and me Strangely so, I'm sad to say... If I were to leave this horse...I wouldn't have a role to play. This horse and I, we have a special bond. And forever this bond will be ever strong. With the wind in my hair and the wind in his mane, I will never again be afraid.	abigailandboomerang & Boomerang
2018-06-06 01:58:40
"The Random Occasions" SpiritRF A True Story Horses are the best creatures imaginable. Though I may not be able to have one of my own, there are days when I'm lucky enough to see them in the strangest places... Like the day when there were two grazing in the field by my school, on the last week of school, on a Wednesday. School was almost over for the day, with about ten minutes left, and the "wanderer" of the classroom looked out the big windows and said, "Horses." I thought he was kidding. There was a rush of kids that ran to the window, including me. Of course, I wasn't being GULLIBLE, I just didn't want to miss a chance to see a beautiful horse. And you know what I saw when I looked down? Two marvelous horses: a bay and a light gray. They were beautiful! So I prayed that they'd stay there until school was out. And as soon as the clock struck 2:55, I was out of the school and crossing the street to the field in less than 2-3 minutes. Yes, I was that excited! I ended up spending about 15 minutes with the beautiful horses, petting them and hearing information about them from the owners. Their names were Kit Kat and Sweetie, and as I climbed into my mom's car I said, "I'm GLAD you were late to pick me up today!" OR that time when I got to sit on a horse!! There was a big event and a HUGE parade to celebrate the history of the town that I live in, which I'm quite new to, and there were a lot of horses too, including dozens of Falabella ponies and dressage horses! Strange enough, when we were walking to the event at the park, where I'd be helping out, we passed a few horses grazing in a yard: a chestnut and a bay Appaloosa! There were a couple of people visiting, and some little boys were taking pictures on the horse's backs. When they were done, I excitedly led the way up to the horses and a cowboy, their owner. He said hello and asked if we'd like to see the horses and climb on for a few minutes. Of course, I was the first one to shout "YES!" As he was about to help me on, I put my foot in the stirrup and climbed up onto the chestnut mare by myself! The cowboy seemed surprised, and my mom explained that we used to sometimes do mini rides after my older sister's riding lessons. She doesn't take them anymore. We moved away from that ranch. But, back to the story. The chestnut moved a lot, because she was grazing, and I really enjoyed it. I got extra time because my other two sisters both sat on the Appaloosa gelding, so while they both had a turn I sat on the mare and waited for them. I didn't EVER want to leave. But GUESS WHAT?! In the parade, we got a flyer for a ranch where we can volunteer with the animals, including horses, and RIDE FOR FREE! But I'm glad I get to see horses sometimes. Even on the most random occasions, like these. In the future, I know I'll be riding free, and I'll have a best friend... A horse as brave and free as I am.	SpiritRF & Shiloh
2018-06-06 02:05:31
Pretty Horses By LuccaJoy & Star Horses are pretty, Horses are fast, But most of all, Horses are a blast! Riding through the wind On a nice sunny day, What a fun way to spend the day!	LuccaJoy & Star
2018-06-09 00:57:48
RAVEN by bella grace ponies ^ = horse talking "=human talking ^hi, my name's Raven. and yes, I am a wild horse. and if your thinking of bringing me out of my wild home, well, your wrong. yup, so many humans have tried it. and they failed. and, also, no one's go to do THAT to me in the future, either. so, know that you know that, welcome to my world, my story.^ a few months later ^Galloping across the beach, feeling the wind in my mane and tail, no place I'd rather be. but then suddenly, i hear a yell.^ "get the stallion!"i tried to make out the words, it was so shrill and loud. ^get the... what?!?!? no!^ i run a fast as one of those 'broke' horses, the you know, Thoroughbreds.^ no! i see, a wire, the humans have set up. to late to jump, a close my eyes and feel a shrill pain shoot through my legs and head, then heart, as i feel my freedom dying, inside, as four ropes clutch my neck. i neigh, desperately, as i feel my body following the humans up the ramp. i have no choice but to endure the awful feeling of leaving my freedom, my home. suddenly, i feel myself being led out of the ramp. i look around, my eyes adjusted to the light. i reluctantly follow the humans into a very large room. the human brings me up a ramp. then i sense another human coming near. thnk i feel a pinch in my neck, everything goes black. a few hours later, i wake up. I'm in a stall, a thing broke horses live in. i try to stand up, to buck and rear my way out, but a pain pierces my leg. i lie down. i see a human approaching me with a thing broke horses use: a halter and lead rope. when she enters my stall, i lurch my head away. that's for broke horses, NOT me. "it's okay, big guy. i'll call you....Raven." i sniff her hand. maybe this human isn't that bad... No, Your wild. no humans for you. uhh, fine, she's nice, so let her put the halter and lead rope on. i let her lead me out limping because of my leg. maybe today won't be so bad.	bella grace ponies & Prince
2018-06-18 01:03:23
The pinto mare TenderTimbit Once there was a pinto mare, and she never ever play that fair, one day while playing tag she galloped away with nothing to say, She ran and ran and ran some more, but she forgot her pail of grain, She ran back to all her friends, they all thought she had a fight she went and got her pail of grain and shared it with her friends	tendertimbit & Palio
2018-06-20 23:26:04
horses I know by Rena18 I know many horses Here are a few... Mares and pintos And ponies too. Blacks and grays Dapples and bays. I love every one Hip hip hooray!	Rena18 & Redwood
2018-06-25 02:41:36