Deadline October 29
Enter more than once if you like!

The Rules:
1. The drawing must include a horse.
2. You do not need to be a part of a club to enter this contest.
3. The drawing can be color or black and white.
4. Send entries to contests@clubponypals.com
Winner in each category gets 1000 Wbucks, runner up gets 500.
That's about it. All entries will be published in the Pony Pals Magazine.If we get enough entries, we will have both a black and white and a color category, so enter twice for two chances to win.

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EARN WBUCKS
Write an Article for the Pony Pals Magazine

Our Pony Pals Magazine features members' stories. 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. 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 the story and poem contest 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

To get an idea of what kind of material we want, read Pony Pals magazine

Winner receives 3000 WBucks and Gold Quill Trophy

Runners up receive 500 WB and the Silver Quill Trophy

All entries get a Green quill writer award

Pony Pal Poem for the Week:

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.