| Voice of the Neopian Pound |
Circulation: 194,291,587 |
Issue: 757 | 11th day of Storing, Y18 |
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 | Befriending Boochi: Part OneDusk was falling in Neopia. In Neopia Central, Draikessa placed the pile of books she had been carrying under the Money Tree. "There!" she said with a smile. "I'm sure these books will now be enjoyed by someone else. Hopefully they'll love reading them as much as I did!"
by tallydepp |
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"Oh, Happy Day!" by the_ezzy
"Thornilia, are you ready to go yet?" I yelled up at her, peering through the doorway. Where was that silly little pet? She never had a knack for being on time.
"Yep! I'm putting my shoes on now! I will be down in a few minutes!" she called back excitedly.
“You’d better hurry or we are going to be late! We don’t want all of the good items to be taken by the time we get there,” I reminded her with a slight roll of my eyes. We really needed to practice the whole being on time thing. Minutes later I heard her clambering down the stairs.
We'd been planning this trip to the Trading Post for almost two weeks now. Thornilia even had it marked in her calendar. Each day, she would come up to me to remind me how many days we were away. The excitement was contagious and each day, I looked forward to her daily reminder. Today was finally the day we’d both been looking forward to for so long.
It was still early morning when we arrived at the Trading Post. Thankfully, we’d arrived before most of the crowd and it gave us the opportunity to check out all of the items for sale without the hassle of running into all the other Neopians. We spent hours just strolling down the aisles, trying to see what each seller had to offer.
We knew there had to be something perfect for each of us and of course, we had to bring something back for Thornilia’s siblings as well. Slowly, we began to check each name off the list.
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I swing my bow over my shoulder and let my breathing subside from nervous to normal. I fan my gloved hand out and stretch my arms. I never miss a shot. So what happened? My Papa, that’s what.
by ladygaladriel213 |
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 A Pirate No Longer
At the table, there was an unfamiliar xweetok. The xweetok’s forehead was flat against the table, so all Due could see was an adorable grey outfit and shining blonde hair underneath a grey hat. Just as Due was about to gently ask why a stranger was in her kitchen, the xweetok spoke.
by rocksysmom |
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 Steps to Managing a Dream Goal
While it can be difficult to find the motivation to begin working towards a goal, the journey can be a great way to enjoy new Neopets experiences and provides an opportunity to meet new friends. Here’s a few tips to help you out along the way
by avielend |
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