Ponies of Chincoteague - Boxed Set of 4

Maddie's Dream

I wish more than anything that Cloudy was my pony. When I'm riding her, I know no one else could love her as much as I do. Cloudy is my friend. She understands me in a way no one else can or ever will. Cloudy is descended from Misty of Chincoteague. She's owned by the Solano Stables, and I ride her whenever I can. I never, ever dreamed that the Richardsons, the family who once owned and almost ruined her, would want Cloudy back for their daughter Amber. I need a plan—now—and I'm waiting to hear from my friends Nina, Brooke, and Haley. They don't live nearby, but they also have Chincoteague ponies and are the only ones who know how I feel.

Blue Ribbon Summer

I really wasn't one hundred percent sure I even wanted to go to Camp Pocomoke for two weeks with my pony, Foxy, this summer. I was so used to my routines of riding Foxy bareback and hanging out with my friend Adam. And once I got here, I wanted to run. The girls in my group have been coming to camp together—with their horses—for years and are best summer friends, with no room for me. But I couldn't help falling in love with no room for me. Foxy is learning more and more from our daily lessons. So when I found out that Pocomoke is going to be sold to a big-time real estate developer and that no one will ever ride here again, I knew I would have to do everything I could, even become friends with my enemies, to save the summer—forever.

Chasing Gold

For months I've been saving my money to ride in a clinic with a world-famous event rider. Wings has to be ready, so can I help it if that means extra trot sets early each morning and schooling Wings and cleaning tack all weekend long? If Tracey and Emma were truly my best friends, they would know I don't have a choice. Was it such a big deal that I missed Tracey's party? Or the dance at school? Maybe they'll understand when Wings and I make the Olympic team one day and my dreams for a gold medal finally come true.

Moonlight Mile

I know it sounds weird, but I believe in ghosts. A Peralt family legend tells the story of my father's great-great-great-aunt, Serena, whose unhappy, restless spirit still haunts his relatives. When everything is going perfectly right, something makes it go horribly wrong. What else can explain what happened at the Cypress Trail Stables horse show? I really wanted everyone to know—especially my friend Jordan's older brother, Brett—what an awesome pony Breezy is. He's my Chincoteague pony, and I guess I did want to show off—but who could blame me?