Wiggins Weekly

Volume 11 #49
May 27 - 31, 2018

Read Pony Pals Magazine

Our Pony Pals Magazine features members' stories, art and photos. Winning stories and poems will be published each month 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. 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. Articles must be at least 500 words long.

Enter your story or poem here

We also want cartoons, book reviews, letters and photos. If a kids face is shown in the photos, we must have a written note from their parent saying it is OK. As always, the cover photo earns 3000 Wbucks and a pink English saddle. Get yours in now! Email photos and cartoons to contests@clubponypals.com

Winner receives 3000 WBucks
and Gold Quill Trophy
Story Contest
Runners up receive 500 WB
and the Silver Quill Trophy
Story Contest

All entries get a
Green quill writer award

writer award

 

 

Cover Photo Contest

Members earn Wiggins bucks for contest entries.

Send your original photos to contests@clubponypals.com Art and stories are published in Pony Pals Magazine, and every entry will earn 500 Wiggins bucks or more! All photos must be original, created by the member who enters.

-- see more art in Pony Pals Magazine

 

 

 

art

photo from CodexTwins

 

Magazine Art Contest

Members earn Wiggins bucks for contest entries. Send your original art to contests@clubponypals.com Art and stories are published in Pony Pals Magazine, and every entry will earn 500 Wiggins bucks or more! All art must be original, created by the member who enters.

-- see more art in Pony Pals Magazine

 

Enter Your Art

entry

by Holmes

entry

by Konemy

Winning Blanket for this month -- buy it at Klines and enter today

blanket

by Sillov

 

 

Mini Game High Scores
May 20 - 26, 2018

Math High Scores
Earn the Most Wiggins Bucks

Subtraction Action and Multiplication Station games in Pams Game Loft will let you earn 200 Wbucks every day for playing either of those games. Add Like Mad, the addition game pays 100 Wiggins bucks for daily play. Weekly winners for Subtraction Action and Multiplication Station get get double awards, 600 Wbucks for the top ten players, 2000 Wbucks for the highest score. Add like Mad pays 1000 Wbucks for the highest weekly score, 300 for the next nine high scores each week.
If there is a math scores sweep where one player has the highest score for all math games in a week, that member gets 3000 Wbucks, gets a rare math sweep trophy and becomes ineligible to earn Wbucks in the math games in the future.

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Pony Poem for the Week

The Arabs Farewell To His Horse
by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

MY beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by
With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye
Fret not to roam the desert now, with all thy winged speed-
I may not mount on thee again-thou art sold, my Arab steed!
Fret not with that impatient hoof-snuff not the breezy wind-
The further that thou fliest now, so far am I behind
The stranger hath thy bridle rein-thy master hath his gold-
Fleet-limbed and beautiful! farewell! -thou art sold, my steed-thou art sold!

Farewell! those free untired limbs, full many a mile must roam,
To reach the chill and wintry sky, which clouds the strangers home
Some other hand, less fond, must now thy corn and bed prepare
The silky mane I braided once, must be anothers care!
The morning sun shall dawn again, but never more with thee
Shall I gallop through the desert paths, where we were wont to be
Evening shall darken on the earth, and over the sandy plain
Some other steed, with slower step, shall bear me home again.

Yes, thou must go! the wild free breeze, the brilliant sun and sky,
Thy masters home-from all of these, my exiled one must fly.
Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy step become less fleet,
And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck, thy masters hand to meet.
Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye, glancing bright
Only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and light:

And when I raise my dreaming arm to check or cheer thy speed,
Then must I starting wake, to feel-thou art sold, my Arab steed!

Ah! rudely then, unseen by me, some cruel hand may chide,
Till foam-wreaths lie, like crested waves, along thy panting side:
And the rich blood, that is in thee swells, in thy indignant pain,
Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, may count each started vein.
Will they ill-use thee? If I thought-but no, it cannot be-
Thou art so swift, yet easy curbed; so gentle, yet so free.
And yet, if haply when thou art gone, my lonely heart should yearn-
Can the hand which casts thee from it now, command thee to return?

Return! -alas! my Arab steed! what shall thy master do,
When thou who wert his all of joy, hast vanished from his view?
When the dim distance cheats mine eye, and through the gathering tears
Thy bright form, for a moment, like the false mirâge appears.
Slow and unmounted will I roam, with weary foot alone,
Where with fleet step, and joyous bound, thou oft hast borne me on
And, sitting down by that green well, I will pause and sadly think,
It was here he bowed his glossy neck, when last I saw him drink!

When last I saw thee drink! -away! the fevered dream is over!
They tempted me, my beautiful! for hungers power is strong-
They tempted me, my beautiful! but I have loved too long.
Who said that I had given thee up? Who said that thou wert sold?
Tis false- tis false, my Arab steed! I fling them back their gold!
Thus, thus, I leap upon thy back, and scour the distant plains
Away! who overtakes us now, shall claim thee for his pains!

 

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