My job doesn't end when the other pets arrive. I fly through the fire and smoke, signaling others to the shifting wind and conditions. If I find a pet lost in the blaze, it is my duty to help guide them to safety.

My job doesn't end when the other pets arrive. I fly through the fire and smoke, signaling others to the shifting wind and conditions. If I find a pet lost in the blaze, it is my duty to help guide them to safety.

My job doesn't end when the other pets arrive. I fly through the fire and smoke, signaling others to the shifting wind and conditions. If I find a pet lost in the blaze, it is my duty to help guide them to safety.

Just a simple yet oh so important arm. Even hatchlings need to be able to carry their important goods.

What do you mean you can’t fly? Why that’s a tragedy! Everypet should have wings. Ok, so some do. But not you. Huh. Well, just grab onto my scales, climb aboard and hold on tight! I can glide you through the forest on silent wings or maybe you’d rather sail over the sea? No matter where we go, I’m sure you’re going to love the view from up here.

What do you mean you can’t fly? Why that’s a tragedy! Everypet should have wings. Ok, so some do. But not you. Huh. Well, just grab onto my scales, climb aboard and hold on tight! I can glide you through the forest on silent wings or maybe you’d rather sail over the sea? No matter where we go, I’m sure you’re going to love the view from up here.

What do you mean you can’t fly? Why that’s a tragedy! Everypet should have wings. Ok, so some do. But not you. Huh. Well, just grab onto my scales, climb aboard and hold on tight! I can glide you through the forest on silent wings or maybe you’d rather sail over the sea? No matter where we go, I’m sure you’re going to love the view from up here.

What do you mean you can’t fly? Why that’s a tragedy! Everypet should have wings. Ok, so some do. But not you. Huh. Well, just grab onto my scales, climb aboard and hold on tight! I can glide you through the forest on silent wings or maybe you’d rather sail over the sea? No matter where we go, I’m sure you’re going to love the view from up here.

Oh, what’s a dragon to do? Napping is such a chore. But it’s gotta happen, or mom says so. Honestly, I think it’s for her sanity, and not because I’m tired. Really (yawn), I’m not that tired. Ok, maybe just a little bit (yawn). Lie down beside me and catch some zzzz’s with me.

Oh, what’s a dragon to do? Napping is such a chore. But it’s gotta happen, or mom says so. Honestly, I think it’s for her sanity, and not because I’m tired. Really (yawn), I’m not that tired. Ok, maybe just a little bit (yawn). Lie down beside me and catch some zzzz’s with me.

Oh, what’s a dragon to do? Napping is such a chore. But it’s gotta happen, or mom says so. Honestly, I think it’s for her sanity, and not because I’m tired. Really (yawn), I’m not that tired. Ok, maybe just a little bit (yawn). Lie down beside me and catch some zzzz’s with me.

Oh, what’s a dragon to do? Napping is such a chore. But it’s gotta happen, or mom says so. Honestly, I think it’s for her sanity, and not because I’m tired. Really (yawn), I’m not that tired. Ok, maybe just a little bit (yawn). Lie down beside me and catch some zzzz’s with me.

I’m not going to do anything at all today. Nope, not one thing. I’m going to settle in with my colored pencils and coloring book and de-stress. Or maybe just read a book, or watch a good movie. Come join my on the sofa, there’s plenty of room.

I’m not going to do anything at all today. Nope, not one thing. I’m going to settle in with my colored pencils and coloring book and de-stress. Or maybe just read a book, or watch a good movie. Come join my on the sofa, there’s plenty of room.

I’m not going to do anything at all today. Nope, not one thing. I’m going to settle in with my colored pencils and coloring book and de-stress. Or maybe just read a book, or watch a good movie. Come join my on the sofa, there’s plenty of room.

I’m not going to do anything at all today. Nope, not one thing. I’m going to settle in with my colored pencils and coloring book and de-stress. Or maybe just read a book, or watch a good movie. Come join my on the sofa, there’s plenty of room.

Bold colors, bold voice, and bold action! “I can’t help it, I’m just drawn this way!” - Happy, excited, surprised, and oh-so-content. There’s always a reason to shake it out or shake it up, and show the world how you’re really feeling! They say, “Don’t get your feathers in a ruffle.” Well, darlings, I say Get Ruffled!

Bold colors, bold voice, and bold action! “I can’t help it, I’m just drawn this way!” - Happy, excited, surprised, and oh-so-content. There’s always a reason to shake it out or shake it up, and show the world how you’re really feeling! They say, “Don’t get your feathers in a ruffle.” Well, darlings, I say Get Ruffled!

Bold colors, bold voice, and bold action! “I can’t help it, I’m just drawn this way!” - Happy, excited, surprised, and oh-so-content. There’s always a reason to shake it out or shake it up, and show the world how you’re really feeling! They say, “Don’t get your feathers in a ruffle.” Well, darlings, I say Get Ruffled!

Bold colors, bold voice, and bold action! “I can’t help it, I’m just drawn this way!” - Happy, excited, surprised, and oh-so-content. There’s always a reason to shake it out or shake it up, and show the world how you’re really feeling! They say, “Don’t get your feathers in a ruffle.” Well, darlings, I say Get Ruffled!

Is it summer again, already? Feel that breeze? That’s the wind calling me out. Time to stretch my wings and soar, catch air, and sail through the sky. Watch me swoop and rise, roll and race. The sky is where I want to be. Won’t you join me?

Is it summer again, already? Feel that breeze? That’s the wind calling me out. Time to stretch my wings and soar, catch air, and sail through the sky. Watch me swoop and rise, roll and race. The sky is where I want to be. Won’t you join me?

Is it summer again, already? Feel that breeze? That’s the wind calling me out. Time to stretch my wings and soar, catch air, and sail through the sky. Watch me swoop and rise, roll and race. The sky is where I want to be. Won’t you join me?

Is it summer again, already? Feel that breeze? That’s the wind calling me out. Time to stretch my wings and soar, catch air, and sail through the sky. Watch me swoop and rise, roll and race. The sky is where I want to be. Won’t you join me?

Oh, little blueberry, you’re my favorite. Of all the fruit, I like you the best. There’s nothing better, except for maybe flying, or sleeping, or branch hopping, or visiting friends. Wait, I know, there’s nothing better than feeling happy, and surely I am that. My scarlet is extra scarlety today, and my black is extra black, my little yellow dots are extra dotty, and I have a blueberry. Yes, definitely happy.

Oh, little blueberry, you’re my favorite. Of all the fruit, I like you the best. There’s nothing better, except for maybe flying, or sleeping, or branch hopping, or visiting friends. Wait, I know, there’s nothing better than feeling happy, and surely I am that. My scarlet is extra scarlety today, and my black is extra black, my little yellow dots are extra dotty, and I have a blueberry. Yes, definitely happy.

Oh, little blueberry, you’re my favorite. Of all the fruit, I like you the best. There’s nothing better, except for maybe flying, or sleeping, or branch hopping, or visiting friends. Wait, I know, there’s nothing better than feeling happy, and surely I am that. My scarlet is extra scarlety today, and my black is extra black, my little yellow dots are extra dotty, and I have a blueberry. Yes, definitely happy.

Oh, little blueberry, you’re my favorite. Of all the fruit, I like you the best. There’s nothing better, except for maybe flying, or sleeping, or branch hopping, or visiting friends. Wait, I know, there’s nothing better than feeling happy, and surely I am that. My scarlet is extra scarlety today, and my black is extra black, my little yellow dots are extra dotty, and I have a blueberry. Yes, definitely happy.

I’m also known as the "sea hedgehog" because of my spiky spines that come off of my body. You’ll find me gliding across the sea floor, feeding on algae. I’m a gorgeous color red, and easy to spot in the sea. I also like to whistle and sing a happy song. Although my spikes may seem scary, I promise I won’t use them to hurt anyone in PnF!

I’m also known as the "sea hedgehog" because of my spiky spines that come off of my body. You’ll find me gliding across the sea floor, feeding on algae. I’m a gorgeous color red, and easy to spot in the sea. I also like to whistle and sing a happy song. Although my spikes may seem scary, I promise I won’t use them to hurt anyone in PnF!

I’m also known as the "sea hedgehog" because of my spiky spines that come off of my body. You’ll find me gliding across the sea floor, feeding on algae. I’m a gorgeous color red, and easy to spot in the sea. I also like to whistle and sing a happy song. Although my spikes may seem scary, I promise I won’t use them to hurt anyone in PnF!

I’m also known as the "sea hedgehog" because of my spiky spines that come off of my body. You’ll find me gliding across the sea floor, feeding on algae. I’m a gorgeous color red, and easy to spot in the sea. I also like to whistle and sing a happy song. Although my spikes may seem scary, I promise I won’t use them to hurt anyone in PnF!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I'm only a little dragon, and I'm still trying to work out how the big dragons do the fire-breathing thing. All I get at the moment is a puff of smoke. Please don't laugh at me!

I’m also known as the "sea hedgehog" because of my spiky spines that come off of my body. You’ll find me gliding across the sea floor, feeding on algae. Although my spikes may seem scary, I promise I won’t use them to hurt anyone in PnF!

Lucy Love Bug has been in therapy for quite some time now because most of the planet blames her for their relationship problems. What fools those humans are! They rush headlong into relationships, with nary a wit of sense, and then attribute it all to being "bitten by the love bug." Lucy would give anything – her left antenna, two of her feet, her right wing – anything at all – to expunge that horrid expression from all human speech and thought. Seriously! Lucy doesn't even have teeth; and even if she did, she isn't a biting sort of pet.

You can't imagine the stress Lucy experiences when people think she has bitten them. First comes the mooning and swooning. The forgetful, erratic behaviour. Smitten, bitten? It’s downright embarrassing to even be associated with such utter foolishness. Then comes the drama. "I love him, but he doesn't love me." "She doesn't understand my needs." "He has commitment issues." "We have different love languages." The weight of it is simply too much for Lucy to bear.

Lucy has taken up art as a hobby because her therapist said she needs to release her pain. To be exact, Lucy relaxes by painting skyscapes. Clouds, unlike humans, can be relied upon. They gather moisture, weep rain when they get too full, blush when the sun is getting up or going to bed, and otherwise just float aloft, minding their own business and not blaming anything on love bugs. Lucy often muses to herself about the many virtues of clouds.

Lucy has also taken a keen interest in the search for extra-terrestrial life. Maybe, just maybe – oh, cherish the hope – maybe there are other planets with other species. Sensible life forms with clicks and clues, who appreciate love bugs. Nice aliens like green ladies who guard the galaxy and win fights or little boys who live on desert planets and grow up to hate everybody. If such planets can be found, Lucy Love Bug hopes to relocate and get some relief from the strain being blamed for so many romantic woes.

Lucy Love Bug has been in therapy for quite some time now because most of the planet blames her for their relationship problems. What fools those humans are! They rush headlong into relationships, with nary a wit of sense, and then attribute it all to being "bitten by the love bug." Lucy would give anything – her left antenna, two of her feet, her right wing – anything at all – to expunge that horrid expression from all human speech and thought. Seriously! Lucy doesn't even have teeth; and even if she did, she isn't a biting sort of pet.

You can't imagine the stress Lucy experiences when people think she has bitten them. First comes the mooning and swooning. The forgetful, erratic behaviour. Smitten, bitten? It’s downright embarrassing to even be associated with such utter foolishness. Then comes the drama. "I love him, but he doesn't love me." "She doesn't understand my needs." "He has commitment issues." "We have different love languages." The weight of it is simply too much for Lucy to bear.

Lucy has taken up art as a hobby because her therapist said she needs to release her pain. To be exact, Lucy relaxes by painting skyscapes. Clouds, unlike humans, can be relied upon. They gather moisture, weep rain when they get too full, blush when the sun is getting up or going to bed, and otherwise just float aloft, minding their own business and not blaming anything on love bugs. Lucy often muses to herself about the many virtues of clouds.

Lucy has also taken a keen interest in the search for extra-terrestrial life. Maybe, just maybe – oh, cherish the hope – maybe there are other planets with other species. Sensible life forms with clicks and clues, who appreciate love bugs. Nice aliens like green ladies who guard the galaxy and win fights or little boys who live on desert planets and grow up to hate everybody. If such planets can be found, Lucy Love Bug hopes to relocate and get some relief from the strain being blamed for so many romantic woes.

Lucy Love Bug has been in therapy for quite some time now because most of the planet blames her for their relationship problems. What fools those humans are! They rush headlong into relationships, with nary a wit of sense, and then attribute it all to being "bitten by the love bug." Lucy would give anything – her left antenna, two of her feet, her right wing – anything at all – to expunge that horrid expression from all human speech and thought. Seriously! Lucy doesn't even have teeth; and even if she did, she isn't a biting sort of pet.

You can't imagine the stress Lucy experiences when people think she has bitten them. First comes the mooning and swooning. The forgetful, erratic behaviour. Smitten, bitten? It’s downright embarrassing to even be associated with such utter foolishness. Then comes the drama. "I love him, but he doesn't love me." "She doesn't understand my needs." "He has commitment issues." "We have different love languages." The weight of it is simply too much for Lucy to bear.

Lucy has taken up art as a hobby because her therapist said she needs to release her pain. To be exact, Lucy relaxes by painting skyscapes. Clouds, unlike humans, can be relied upon. They gather moisture, weep rain when they get too full, blush when the sun is getting up or going to bed, and otherwise just float aloft, minding their own business and not blaming anything on love bugs. Lucy often muses to herself about the many virtues of clouds.

Lucy has also taken a keen interest in the search for extra-terrestrial life. Maybe, just maybe – oh, cherish the hope – maybe there are other planets with other species. Sensible life forms with clicks and clues, who appreciate love bugs. Nice aliens like green ladies who guard the galaxy and win fights or little boys who live on desert planets and grow up to hate everybody. If such planets can be found, Lucy Love Bug hopes to relocate and get some relief from the strain being blamed for so many romantic woes.

Lucy Love Bug has been in therapy for quite some time now because most of the planet blames her for their relationship problems. What fools those humans are! They rush headlong into relationships, with nary a wit of sense, and then attribute it all to being "bitten by the love bug." Lucy would give anything – her left antenna, two of her feet, her right wing – anything at all – to expunge that horrid expression from all human speech and thought. Seriously! Lucy doesn't even have teeth; and even if she did, she isn't a biting sort of pet.

You can't imagine the stress Lucy experiences when people think she has bitten them. First comes the mooning and swooning. The forgetful, erratic behaviour. Smitten, bitten? It’s downright embarrassing to even be associated with such utter foolishness. Then comes the drama. "I love him, but he doesn't love me." "She doesn't understand my needs." "He has commitment issues." "We have different love languages." The weight of it is simply too much for Lucy to bear.

Lucy has taken up art as a hobby because her therapist said she needs to release her pain. To be exact, Lucy relaxes by painting skyscapes. Clouds, unlike humans, can be relied upon. They gather moisture, weep rain when they get too full, blush when the sun is getting up or going to bed, and otherwise just float aloft, minding their own business and not blaming anything on love bugs. Lucy often muses to herself about the many virtues of clouds.

Lucy has also taken a keen interest in the search for extra-terrestrial life. Maybe, just maybe – oh, cherish the hope – maybe there are other planets with other species. Sensible life forms with clicks and clues, who appreciate love bugs. Nice aliens like green ladies who guard the galaxy and win fights or little boys who live on desert planets and grow up to hate everybody. If such planets can be found, Lucy Love Bug hopes to relocate and get some relief from the strain being blamed for so many romantic woes.