Emma the Little Pony
There once was a pony named Emma. Emma was the littlest pony on the farm. She was even smaller then Katie the sheep dog. But she knew if she just tried she could win the Ponyville Farm Race. See this was important to her. She wanted to prove to the other ponies and animals that tease her that she could be mighty and fast. So just maybe they would let her eat her hay with them.
So every night, she ran within the fields of neighborhoods pastures. She worked every morning as well and ran instead of trying to fit in during hay time. The other ponies often laughed at her but she still worked at this race. It made her feel good, and often she thought even if she didn't win she did a lot. She was running faster and longer each morning and night.
Then soon it came, race day. Emma was scared but she was proud she was standing up with the other ponies. Then the bell sound went off, 123. It was time too run. Emma ran faster and faster. She could see all the other ponies behind her but she couldn't see the rock ahead. As fast as she was running she feld to the ground. But then something amazing happen Kayla a often mean pony came to help. She was in front of Emma just a little bit and must of heard the fall. They both lost the race, but learnt something much more important then winning.
Soon after this Kayla and Emma became the best of friends. Kayla learnt that Emma was fast as she is mighty. And that she in the other pony wasn't nice for teasing Emma. Some ponies realise this and some didn't. And that was okay with Emma. Cause she learnt her worth.
The End
For a contest
Children story
Written for my niece.
Copyright © Samantha Withee | Year Posted 2016
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