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Issue: 1012 | 12th day of Swimming, Y26 |
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 | 10 Tips for Choosing an Altador Cup TeamSummer is here, and that means it's almost time for Neopia's most popular sporting event, the Altador Cup!
by thepogostick |  | Neopets' Best Puzzles: Revisiting 25 Years of PlotsWith the recent conclusion of the Puzzle Hunter Club’s avatar hunt, Neopians have scratched a long awaited itch to combine forces and collaborate in solving site-wide problems. Collab with sebaspet717 and kikepv
by rascle90 |  | An Undercover Adventure Inside Shoyrux EnterprisesGreetings, Neopians, and welcome to another edition of the Neopian Times. Your favourite correspondent, Ned Featherquill, recently embarked on a covert mission...
by cuchatenador |  | Steal Baelia's Look with These 10 Items! Collab with cartographist
by oi_tio_to_na_globo |  | The Breadmaster’s Kneads: CobblerHave you made your way through the tasty recipes in the book, 4 Billion Pie Recipes, and are now looking for a new type of dessert to lend your baking talents to?
by mango_ |  | Fun Things To Do Around Mystery IslandIn the midst of a harrowing plot, I think everyone in Neopia needs something fun to do right now, right?
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Headlines "A Helping Hand" by 77thbigby I wiped the sweat from my brow, eyes sweeping across the field. It was haying season and we’d done some good work, evidenced by the haystacks scattered across the field. We had more work ahead of us, but we were making progress. For today, at least, it was quitting time. It was then that my eyes caught on something black sticking out of one of the haystacks.
“I’m going to check something out in the stacks. I’ll be back,” I told Ernest, one of my fellow workers.
The Chia waved a hand to show he’d heard, and I strode off across the field, Elfie, my Christmas Mazzew, keeping pace beside me. As I drew closer, I could make out the shape of a hoof. I raised my eyebrows at this. Soon enough, I rounded the haystack and came to a surprised stop as I took in the figure before me.
I at first took it for a scarecrow but then I saw the figure breathe. Having been raised in the Meridell countryside, I was familiar with scarecrows, but I had no idea how one could be alive. For indeed, it was an Ixi made of burlap, and he was sound asleep in the haystack. Whoever and whatever he was, he was clearly in a bad way. His burlap was worn and dirty, straw poking out of tears and along his seams.
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A Helping Hand I wiped the sweat from my brow, eyes sweeping across the field. It was haying season and we’d done some good work, evidenced by the haystacks scattered across the field.
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Bernard and The Void With a sigh, Bernard shut his worn copy of The Green Grundo Invasion and glanced over to the small clock that he had sitting on his countertop.
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The Other Side Zulyin suddenly realised she was running. As she looked around she also realised she had no idea where she was.
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