<CS> Beauty and Storytelling Contest <ENDED>

[Tisha]

I would like 2 free trainings please

Sure. Ping me when you're ready.

[meganamber]

I would like 2 free trainings please

Sure. Ping me when you're ready.

http://www.horseworldonline.net/horse/profile/1132438 Here's the first one. Do I give you both now? Or wait to give you the second one?

[Tisha]

http://www.horseworldonline.net/horse/profile/1132438 Here's the first one. Do I give you both now? Or wait to give you the second one?

It's up to you, I'm pretty free right now. Only one horse to train.

[Meyersdale]

When will there be another contest?

[meganamber]

http://www.horseworldonline.net/horse/profile/1132438 Here's the first one. Do I give you both now? Or wait to give you the second one?

It's up to you, I'm pretty free right now. Only one horse to train.

http://www.horseworldonline.net/horse/profile/1132556
All righty then, here's the second one! Thanks!
I would also like temperaments to be high strung as well as pictures taken. Local shows to determine what they are good at would be nice. Oh, and when they're done with their training, can you make sure their weight is thin and their energy is 100% with no fatigue? Thanks so much

[Tisha]

When will there be another contest?

When I decide to host another. Perhaps on Christmas eve.

[Tisha]

http://www.horseworldonline.net/horse/profile/1132438
http://www.horseworldonline.net/horse/profile/1132556

Your horses are done. Drop an offer soon.

[GypsyHorse]

This is a Narrative Poem, so it is still technically a story. The sentences rhyme This might not be very good, but I tried...
*GVC* Easy Lady

We've all heard the legend of the snow horse here in my tiny town.
She lived in a small barn before it was burned down,
All the people thought she was dead
Because there was no way she could have fled
From the inferno in her cozy home.
But secretly in the forests she'd roam.
When the skies and clouds turned dark
And when the dogs would start to bark
She would gallop to a cave to sleep
And curl up into a giant heap
Of thick snow-white fur.
But when she'd wake up she'd run so fast that she was a blur
So that the people in my town could barely see.
One day a young girl saw her and shouted with glee
For she was the only person that had ever seen
The white horse; so her siblings went with her as they were very keen
To see the snow-white horse their sister had spotted
And they did find her, coat muddy and mane knotted
Sickly, dirty, weak and terrified
They brought her to the town and the people stared, wide-eyed
As she trotted proudly past the little brick houses
Past the children, men, women and spouses
And she lived in that town 'till the end of her days
But never gave up her mysterious ways..

Hope you enjoyed my poem! I really enjoyed all the stories everyone wrote- don't know if I can compete with them!

Beauty component: 39/50
A pretty filly indeed. Too bad her weight isn't managed well. I have a weakness for Mohawks.

Storytelling component: 39/50
Points for originality. None of the other participants submitted poems as entries. One question though, why do you say she'll curl up in a snow white heap when she's not white?

Total: 78/100

Rating: Great!

Thanks!
Well, because I forgot she wasn't white any more.. she used to be though.

[Tisha]

Thanks!
Well, because I forgot she wasn't white any more.. she used to be though.

Anyway, I'm thinking of hosting another contest, a Christmas one this time, would you be interested?

[GypsyHorse]

Thanks!
Well, because I forgot she wasn't white any more.. she used to be though.

Anyway, I'm thinking of hosting another contest, a Christmas one this time, would you be interested?

Yes! totally