| Come dance with the Wanderers... |
Circulation: 110,063,541 |
Issue: 170 | 19th day of Celebrating, Y6 |
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 | Your questions answered!
Read the answers to the most commonly asked Neopets questions this week in the Editorial section. Each week the most popular questions will be answered by one of the creators of Neopets, so keep checking back to stay updated.
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Quote of the Week
We cannot change the past, but we can change
the future. The question becomes, will you decide to change it?
Spreading The Cheer
You may’ve noticed something new and wonderful happening. Perhaps you’re on your way to your shop for the day, or maybe you’re off to catch that first plane to Faerieland. Whatever the case, you can sense, and see, that holiday spirit is making its way through Neopia... |
Move To The Groove
Upon my investigation and researching, I have discovered one of the most well kept secrets of Neopia. Neopets from different parts of Neopia congregate each week and practise different types of graceful exercises combining both entertainment and workouts to the best effect, something that is generally classified as..."dancing"... |
 | Who's Getting Coals In Their Stockings?
He sees you when you’re sleeping, and he knows when you’re awake! He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake’s! You better watch out, because Santa Kaus is coming to town! |
| Other Stories |
"A Pint-Sized Christmas" by tambourine_chimp
"We're gonna turn this ship around even if we all 'ave to get out of our cosy 'ammocks a row it around!" |
"Love, Mr. Scary" by bitsy_dj
This year, however, she wasn’t in a festive mood like she normally was. Ever since the war against Lord Kass, she’d hardly been cheerful at all. |
"Set for Santa" by charmedhorses
"Exactly two days, sixteen hours, fourteen minutes, and thirty-two seconds," Indi said, glaring at their enemy, a timer set to count down the days until Christmas. |
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 Bittersweet
An endless blanket of white stretched before
him, the features of the mountains lost beneath it. The landscape slept, resting
underneath its undisturbed white blanket, content to slumber a little under
its icy coverlet. He had not that luxury.
by oily106 |
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