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The Wild Ponies of Chinchoteague
By: Olivia Pero
History
Once a year the fire department from the next island over Chinchoteague goes over on the island of Assateague there live some wild ponies. These ponies are wild and roam free through the beaches. Each boat rounds up some ponies and swim them across the bay to Chinchoteague. Then they have a day called Pony Penning Day where each pony is put up for auction and whoever has the amount of money that pony cost gets the pony. Then if some ponies did not get sold are taken back to Assateague.
How They Might Have Gotten to the Island
Some people believe the ponies got to the island because of a Spanish galleon. Long ago there was a Spanish galleon that sailed the seas .The galleon was full of ponies. The galleon was sailing through some rough seas, but that’s what the ponies didn’t like. One of the ship’s stallions did not like the storm so he started pawing the ground .It sounded louder than thunder .He hit the ground so hard the ship broke! The other ponies broke free and jumped out. Some found Assateague others never made it. So, that’s how some people think they got there.
Ginger and Spots
Author: Olivia Pero
“Wake up!” said Ginger. “What?” said Spots?
“Today is the Pony Penning Day” said Ginger.
“Oh no” whinnied Spots.
“I truly don’t want to be sold! I want to stay on my little island home.”
“You do?” said Ginger. “You don’t want to come to Chinchoteague?”
“Well, it would be nice to go there and have an owner, but I would never see you again” neighed Spots.
“Yeah, well let’s play before those Firemen get here” said Ginger.
So the two good friends ran around the island to all of their favorite places. They ran into the water splashing water all the way up to their withers. They played for so long and suddenly they heard the motor of a boat.
“The fire department” whinnied Ginger.
“Should we go?” said Spots.
“Oh um” said Ginger.
“Yes!” said Spots
“Come on!” said Spots. So the two of them ran out to the boats and swam with the herd to Chinchoteague.
Chinchoteague
As Ginger and Spots hit the shore of Chinchoteague they heard the roar of the crowd .That would be about 40,000 people .The herd of wild ponies were split up into corrals .Little foals were split up from their mothers. It was a terrible sight to see, but people didn’t mind much. Ginger and Spots were luckily not split up. They both squished there way in between stallions mares. Ginger inched closer to Spots as they made their way to a nice cozy spot in the middle of white and brown colored ponies. Spots and Ginger both got really relaxed that before they knew it they both fell asleep like foals.
The next day ….
They awoke in the crowd of horses with people surrounding the pen.
“Hey Spots!” said Ginger looking scared and happy at the same time. “You…you have a rope around your neck.”
“What?” said Spots?
“Yes” whinnied Ginger.
“You do too, Ginger” said a pony behind them. “I saw both of you get sold together. It looks like you got a pretty nice man for an owner.”
“We did!” neighed Spots.
“Yup” said the pony.
“It’s going to be great!” said Ginger.
All of a sudden a fireman came over with a man and let Ginger and Spots out. The man came over with a Filly.
“Are these the ponies, Sir?” asked the fireman.
“Yes.” Said the man.
Then the fireman helped lead the two ponies out of the crowded pen. They walked over to the big green grass until they got to the man’s trailer. The fireman led the three ponies into the trailer. The trailer smelled of fresh hay. They ate the fresh hay in celebration that they would be together. They passed many pony ranches and trailers, they passed plains with many colored flowers, and then finally they pulled into the man’s driveway. He had a big pasture for them and the Filly. The man led them out of the trailer and into the big pasture. Ginger and Spots ate more grass and hay with the Filly.
“Aren’t you glad we can be together?” asked Spots.
“Sure, I am.” Said Ginger, munching on some grass.
“Good night” said Spots.
“Good night” said the Filly.
Ginger and Spots looked at each other in shock.
“Good night.” Said Ginger and Spots. They had not heard a word from the filly the whole time they were with her.
Olivia Pero
Age - 8
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