Tweet, Twitter! I know you can’t join me unless you have a pair of wings you can put on. You don’t? Oh, that is sad, but I won’t be long. I am going to fly around and see what I can find that is interesting. I have decided to take up watercolour painting, and I need inspiration.

Maybe I will find a flower that I would like to paint, or maybe one of the nests has baby birds in it that would be fun to depict on canvas. A bird has to stretch their wings and imagination now and then. Tweet! See you soon.

Tweet, Twitter! I know you can’t join me unless you have a pair of wings you can put on. You don’t? Oh, that is sad, but I won’t be long. I am going to fly around and see what I can find that is interesting. I have decided to take up watercolour painting, and I need inspiration.

Maybe I will find a flower that I would like to paint, or maybe one of the nests has baby birds in it that would be fun to depict on canvas. A bird has to stretch their wings and imagination now and then. Tweet! See you soon.

Oh my bear-y love, will you be mine? Until the end of time? Say you will! My heart flutters every time you're near! I DO!

Just…let…me…get…my…legs…! There we go. Sorry, I am a young giraffe, and sometimes my legs go in different directions. It can take me a few minutes to gather them up—so they are going in the same direction. I don’t suppose you have that problem; two legs must be much easier to control, and your legs are not as tall as mine.

I am pleased to meet you. I am trying to learn new dance steps; someone said dancing brings joy. It is also a great way to train your legs to find the beat. Dancing can help with balance, too. I need help in that department.

So, do you want to go for a walk? I am feeling snackish, and I know where there are some nice Acacia trees over that way. Oh, no, the thorns don’t bother me. There are some berries there that you may enjoy.

Oops! There go my legs again. Thump. Well, this is a pickle; it is harder for me to get up; if you would give me a hand. There, all set, off we go.

Just…let…me…get…my…legs…! There we go. Sorry, I am a young giraffe, and sometimes my legs go in different directions. It can take me a few minutes to gather them up—so they are going in the same direction. I don’t suppose you have that problem; two legs must be much easier to control, and your legs are not as tall as mine.

I am pleased to meet you. I am trying to learn new dance steps; someone said dancing brings joy. It is also a great way to train your legs to find the beat. Dancing can help with balance, too. I need help in that department.

So, do you want to go for a walk? I am feeling snackish, and I know where there are some nice Acacia trees over that way. Oh, no, the thorns don’t bother me. There are some berries there that you may enjoy.

Oops! There go my legs again. Thump. Well, this is a pickle; it is harder for me to get up; if you would give me a hand. There, all set, off we go.

I know who this is. This is a bear all dressed up in a bunny costume. It seems that this bear really wanted to join in the fun of hiding eggs for Easter. I think that any pet who would like to should be able to participate in that particular fun. After all, the more hidden eggs, the more fun and eggs for the seekers.

Look how cute the bear is, a fluffy bunny costume with room for the bear’s ears to stick out so they can hear what is going on, and it even comes with a basket.

If you catch a flash of long ears on Easter, you will not be sure if it is this little bear or the Easter bunny. What fun!

I know who this is. This is a bear all dressed up in a bunny costume. It seems that this bear really wanted to join in the fun of hiding eggs for Easter. I think that any pet who would like to should be able to participate in that particular fun. After all, the more hidden eggs, the more fun and eggs for the seekers.

Look how cute the bear is, a fluffy bunny costume with room for the bear’s ears to stick out so they can hear what is going on, and it even comes with a basket.

If you catch a flash of long ears on Easter, you will not be sure if it is this little bear or the Easter bunny. What fun!

Hop right in and check out this adorable new Pet! This caramel coloured kangaroo is unique to PnF Land! Like the Great Kangaroos of Australia, it is a large marsupial that carries its young in its pouch. Prolific breeders, kangaroos can suckle joeys (baby kangaroos) of different ages at the same time, with milk that has a different nutritional content for each. Unlike it’s Australian counterparts, however, the Caramel Kangaroo is also proficient at playing the didgeridoo!!!

I’m a red squirrel, short and stout Here’s my bushy tail and here is my snout When I get a hunger up, then I shout Feed me a nut or I won’t hang about!

I’m a red squirrel that likes to store nuts All spring and summer, I piles them up Because I know in winter I’ll need to sup Especially when I’m carrying a squirrel pup!

Hello, all my dear friends. Glad you could join me on this crisp winter day. I brought my skates, and I see you have yours too. Skating is a popular wintertime sport. Nowadays, with indoor rinks– can you imagine such a thing–you can skate all year round. But I prefer to be outside, and this pond is large enough and smooth enough to provide a lot of fun for all to skate.

I am going to warm up a bit— always a good idea—stretch those muscles and then do some pirouettes. I have been practicing some double axels I have a problem with the second one. After we have skated for a while, how about we play some hockey? Then we can enjoy some hot chocolate and cookies at my house.

Nicholas Narwhal is the unicorn of the Petarctic seas! His long spiral horn is really one of his two teeth, which is growing out of his head. His other, shorter tooth, remains embedded in his skull. This doesn’t seem to bother Nicholas though, as you will always find him cavorting happily with the dolphins, seals, manatees and penguins in Petarctica. As Nicholas does most of his eating in winter, he is especially playful throughout summer!

Decked in festive plumage, Party Fowl greets you at the door with a big hug, and a warm, welcoming, "Make yourself at home!"
With great music and so much to celebrate, Party Fowl just has to dance, dance, dance, so be sure to bring your dancing shoes!

Decked in festive plumage, Party Fowl greets you at the door with a big hug, and a warm, welcoming, "Make yourself at home!"
Like any good host, Party Fowl wants every guest to feel welcome, stopping to chat frequently, and coaxing each guest into the conversation. There are no "wallflowers" at Party Fowl's party!

The Kingfisher Ice Bird in Profile proudly poses for all of the other pets, showing off his beautiful plumage and powerful beak. As the kingfisher needs to consume up to 60% of his body weight every day, he nests close to the natural habitats of small marine creatures and insects. So you will find him in a tree branch beside a slow flowing stream in the summer months, and in more temperate coastal regions in winter.

I know my beautiful purple color is the favorite color of many pets, but I so wish you could smell the lilac blooms I am named for. The smell is even more lovely than my color. It feels like a daydream when I breathe in the heavenly fragrance of lilacs as I gallop through the meadow, my luxurious green mane and tail flowing in the breeze. Won't you join me in my reverie? Perhaps we will have a picnic lunch by a gently babbling brook, or maybe even take a relaxing stroll through the verdant countryside and be mesmerized by the birds' songs in the branches. It's your daydream; you create it, and please invite me to come along with you! I do love a good daydream!

Quack, Quack, did you say qwackers? I like qwackers, qwestions, and qwizzes, but I don’t like qwandries. I also like water a lot. Nothing makes me happier than when I can splash around in a pond, a river, or even a bath if a pond is not available. Sunny days, lazy days spent floating around. Rain does not bother me unless it is that nasty cold sort of rain, it makes me shiver, and I have to ruffle up my feathers to keep warm. Winter is not my favourite time of year—I just want to curl up in a nest and sleep until spring comes again.

This love bug is so cute you will want to give it a little bop on the nose. Ah! Love bugs don’t have a nose. Well then, you can gently pet its little head.

Bringing you a message of love---so much better than being shot with a love arrow. This little love bug has hearts on its body and not stars but hearts in its eyes and little hearts on the end of its antennae. An irresistibly cute little chap.

Jack Puppy Red Knit Stripe Sweater Can you even believe somepet suggested I enter the ugly Christmas sweater contest? This is more than that, look at the little pine tree applique on here! Why all I need now is a few sparkly light up ornaments and I will be the envy of the town.

Dragons are widely known as fierce creatures with fearsome fire breath. Dragon Misfits, however, are frightening to some pets, and a laughing stock to others.

Typically found in tropical climates, Cyclone Dragon Misfits enjoy laying on rock cliffs, soaking in the bright sun. Yet one small cough and the day of vacationing pets may be ruined, as a fierce cyclone storm forms over the horizon, threatening to take over the sunny sky.

Wild? Yeah, that's right, I'm wild. But what was that delicious meat we were all eating? I mean the sides were ok, but the point of the sides is to bring out the best in the high spot of the meal. You don't wanna tell me? Boy, I'm bloated now. What did I eat so much of?

You say WHAT!!!!!! Now I'm REALLY wild!

Sh! Please don’t tell anyone that you have seen me. I stay hidden in the shadows, concealed in the underbrush of the forest. My feathers, in dappled shades of brown, offer camouflage amongst fallen autumn leaves – a boon to be sure. For some strange reason that still bewilders me, those strange two-legged things always try to hunt me in the fall. The life of a fugitive is not easy. Always on the run, ever vigilant for danger, never settling into a comfortable home of my own. The upside of my clandestine life is that I have formed alliances with burrowing animals, who are also no friends of the two-legs. I dwell in badger setts, rabbit warrens, and mole tunnels. Aren’t birds supposed to live in the sky?

I know who this is. This is a bear all dressed up in a bunny costume. It seems that this bear really wanted to join in the fun of hiding eggs for Easter. I think that any pet who would like to should be able to participate in that particular fun. After all, the more hidden eggs, the more fun and eggs for the seekers.

Look how cute the bear is, a fluffy bunny costume with room for the bear’s ears to stick out so they can hear what is going on, and it even comes with a basket.

If you catch a flash of long ears on Easter, you will not be sure if it is this little bear or the Easter bunny. What fun!

Quaaaaack! I'm a happy little fluffy duckling who loves to splash around and swim anywhere there's water. Show me a river, a lake, a pond or even a big puddle, and I'm at home right away!

Once there was a little bunny who loved to wear a red cape given to her by her dearest grandmother. She liked to skip along a stony path, carrying treats, on her way to grandma’s house. Scratch that -

Once there was a little bunny, who looked as sweet as cotton candy until she got real mad. And, she was -really- mad. She had a foe to tame and it was clear to her, she had to pull off the greatest trick ever sold. She worked all day and into the night, getting that wolf costume … just right. Beneath that sweet fuzzy gray and white exterior, she waited with a razor sharp grin and a malevolent eye to do her bidding.

There he was, just where he always sat, that evil, vile, terrible …. Wolf! She crept up to him with a whimper and he was welcoming.

“Are you tired, lost? What can I do to help, I’ll give you all I can.”

With a rumbling purr she replied, “Why yes. You see, my grandmother was taken and I am all alone and hungry. So hungry. I am hungry for you!” And, she leapt...

Whoa - stay back! Despite my fluffy pink locks, I am NOT a tasty treat! (I promise!) My heritage is very bizarre, or so I'm told. Supposedly my great-grandmother gave birth under a secluded cotton candy bush, and wrapped the little lamb in cotton candy to keep warm. But then she couldn't get the cotton candy off! She washed and cleaned and ate, but there was always cotton candy left. Then she learns from Frank the reason that bush is separate from the rest - the cotton candy was too clingy to be around pets.

Well, years passed and no matter what was tried, the cotton candy stuck. Then my grandfather's little lambs came out with cotton candy already on them! And now here I am, third generation in of cotton candy sheep. Believe me, learning to walk when you don't really have knees is straining, but I managed! I found out my parents are expecting another little lamb, wonder what colour it will be. Green? Blue? Maybe purple...

I’m a red squirrel, short and stout Here’s my bushy tail and here is my snout When I get a hunger up, then I shout Feed me a nut or I won’t hang about!

I’m a red squirrel that likes to store nuts All spring and summer, I piles them up Because I know in winter I’ll need to sup Especially when I’m carrying a squirrel pup!

I’m a red squirrel, short and stout Here’s my bushy tail and here is my snout When I get a hunger up, then I shout Feed me a nut or I won’t hang about!

I’m a red squirrel that likes to store nuts All spring and summer, I piles them up Because I know in winter I’ll need to sup Especially when I’m carrying a squirrel pup!

I am just a baby owl, clinging to a branch and surveying the surrounding land with my enormous eyes. What do I spy? A mouse, but I am too small to go play with a mouse. A butterfly dancing in the breeze, but I cannot fly well enough—with my baby wings—to play with a butterfly. A bird, soaring high, but I can barely fly up to this branch, so I cannot play and soar with a bird. Who can I play with? I see a worm inching toward me. Hello little worm, can you be my friend? You don’t soar or dance in the air or dash about on the ground, you are slow, and that is the perfect friend for me.

I am a unique little reptile. My skin can change colors for many reasons; my emotions, the temperature, and the amount of light available, but it is a common misconception that it changes color based on my surroundings. The brighter my color, the more attractive I am (sorry, I'm cute and I know it... and you know it too!). My tail is great for wrapping around the branches of trees and bushes to steady myself as I wander throughout the rainforests and savannas I live in, but if you don't mind, I can also wrap it around your heart and be your forever friend.

I am a cat who can fly, an owl who has nine lives. I am an Owlcat who can climb a tree, roost in its branches, fly to the next tree and always find the sunniest places for another nap. With a tail to wrap around my nose to keep it warm, ears that hear every sound and eyes that won’t miss a single movement. Am I a new type of animal or one you have just never met before?

I am a cat who can fly, an owl who has nine lives. I am an Owlcat who can climb a tree, roost in its branches, fly to the next tree and always find the sunniest places for another nap. With a tail to wrap around my nose to keep it warm, ears that hear every sound and eyes that won’t miss a single movement. Am I a new type of animal or one you have just never met before?

Hi, it's me... "Chippy." I was just scurrying around outside and I noticed there weren't any nuts, seeds or berries in your yard. I could go eat some bugs, but I'd much rather you put out some tasty treats for me to stock in my burrow... some for now and some for later. I've got big cheeks and can fit quite a lot in them, so please be generous! Thank you!

Oh my bear-y love, will you be mine? Until the end of time? Say you will! My heart flutters every time you're near! I DO!

“Caw … caw! Say, doll, Johnny’s droppin’ dimes on a bit at Petrikers Island … caw! Spare some change? Meet me at midnight behind the ol’juke joint.” - Meet the crow who’s really a raven, and that ain’t no lie. This bird, I heard he’s one of Mitten the Kitten’s eyes and ears, and he don’t miss a thing. So, just remember, when you think you’re on the drop, you’re always being watched. This bird will turn you in for a handful of seed and an Atta’boy!

Meng, meng da! (So cute!) Did you know baby pandas are traditionally named at six-months-old? Some famous baby panda names include Bao Bao (Treasure/Baby), Zhen Zhen (True), and Hua Mei (China-America). Our baby panda, who has the most adorable love-me eyes ever, is at just the right age for a new family and his or her very own name. We can’t wait to see what you choose! Is he a shuaige (handsome guy), or a meinu (beautiful girl)? Let us know!

Tweet, twitter, tweet, tweet! Hello, we meet again. This? Oh, I am just trying on an eggshell I found. If I add some flowers, it will make a great spring hat—don’t you think? It will certainly work until Bob creates his new hat design.

I am sorry, I don’t think there is an eggshell big enough to make you a hat too. We could try to weave some leaves and flowers together to make a nice circlet that you could wear.

How about we go to town and get some popcorn? I know of a stall that has the best popcorn.

Tweet, twitter, tweet, tweet! Hello, we meet again. This? Oh, I am just trying on an eggshell I found. If I add some flowers, it will make a great spring hat—don’t you think? It will certainly work until Bob creates his new hat design.

I am sorry, I don’t think there is an eggshell big enough to make you a hat too. We could try to weave some leaves and flowers together to make a nice circlet that you could wear.

How about we go to town and get some popcorn? I know of a stall that has the best popcorn.

Named after that famous Pink , this little bunny comes with tons of sass and attitude! Sit down and watch as the one bunny show unfolds! Spotlights, microphones and bungee cords are just a small part of the concert! Enjoy!

A stormy night, a secret lab, and maniacal laughter amid shouts of "it's ALIVE!!!" strikes terror into the heart of pets everywhere! It may look like a stuffed toy, but beware, it may just hug the stuffing out of you!

You say my children will be WHAT? Well it’s true, I don’t remember so well what I used to be. I crawled out of this nice comfortable cocoon, because it was getting a bit warm in there, and ever since then my life has been filled with purpose every waking hour. Busy busy busy! But I swear I don’t remember being a caterpillar. That’s just not possible. They are so gross! But I do like those bushes they crawl all over. They look like a great place to lay my eggs! What happens to eggs, again? I just like leaving them everywhere.

Oh my bear-y love, will you be mine? Until the end of time? Say you will! My heart flutters every time you're near! I DO!

I may be rather boring to look at, and I’m rather sturdy rather than sleek like my horse cousins. But I had the most important job! One night, through the sandy soil and rock strewn road, I carried on my sturdy back, a very pregnant and very weary young woman. It was an honor to tote her along, and her husband was so kind to me and fed me carrots! I sensed somehow that I was helping out someone very special, although you’d never know by looking at them. And ever since then, I have enjoyed my labors of carrying any burden strapped on my back, because on one special night, I was touched by love.

The grey-blue coat and various blues of the mane and feathers make this pegasus stand apart, having gained them from lifetimes of living high in the sky in the storm clouds. All pets know when they see these creatures in the sky a storm is fast approaching.

Aw, don’t be coy; I am certainly not coy, though I am a spotted koi; more specifically, I am a member of the Amur carp family. I am said to bring good luck and fortune. I do feel lucky with my wonderful orange body and black spots. I am an outstanding fish to gaze upon-- don’t you think? Do you feel fortunate to have been able to spend some time with me?

A cat may fiddle, perfectly sensible. A cow may jump over a moon, or try to, certainly within the realms of possibilities, think about the moon’s reflection in a body of water. But what is that about spoons and dishes making a run for it? I have it from the best authority that this does happen occasionally.
The story goes; the cook was making a lot of food for a banquet—this is long ago when banquet was the fancy term for a huge dinner party. The spoon and the dish had been talking; they were tired of working so hard. The spoon, was in constant use, stirring, beating, whipping, and folding, day in and day out. The dish was laden with food all the time and never had a moment to rest, except for that brief period of time, after being washed up and set upon a shelf. That only lasted until the next meal, and in such a large house with so many people and pets to be fed, the next meal was only a few hours away.
Seeing a chance, the dish grabbed the spoon up, and they raced out of the kitchen, out of the side door, over the fields, and far away. No one knows where they ended up.

Good morning. I am papa bear. Mama bear and baby bear make up the rest of my family. We have lived in this house for a long time. We went through a bit of bother a year ago. There was a child who would come in—first thing in the morning, when we had gone out for a walk—eat our porridge, sit in our chairs, and sleep in our beds. We, as a bear family, found that quite rude.
One morning, I decided to teach this child how to make their own porridge. The child was very happy to learn how to cook, and now that child and baby bear are great friends.
I smell something delicious; mama bear may be cooking something tasty shall we go see?

Good morning dear. Please come in; your nose brought you here. Today I made peanut butter cookies. We take turns cooking, and I know how much baby bear loves peanut butter cookies. Sit down, and I will get you a plate of cookies and some honey tea.
That chair, you noticed the mismatched leg; yes, that poor chair had an accident. Someone too big for it sat in it and broke one of the legs. I fixed it up, but the wood needs to age to match the other legs.
I hear baby bear coming down the stairs. I knew it would not take long for baby bear to smell the cookies baking.

I am sure you are familiar with penguins. But I imagine you have never seen a penguin like me before.
I am a laser penguin. What does that mean? I am made from the captured light beams emitted when a laser fires. I don’t know the magic behind the process, as I am not really into spacey stuff—but I love how the colours swirl and dance over my body.

MMmmm, there is nothing better than soaking up the sun! It takes a paint roller and a bucket of sunscreen to get ready, and it's worth it! Just settle down and take a nap, and be at peace with the beach.

I"m ready for the PetsIllustrated Bikini Contest, strut my fashionplate self right down the runway. After the show, I can dip into the pool, just wait until you see my cannon ball!

Oooh, do you hear that? Sun, fun and surf! I brought my Boombox, loading up my favorite play list and now we party on the sand! Later tonight we'll load up the fire pit and light a bonfire, dancing in the moonlight!

Hop Hop, Hop Hop.
Hello, a hoppity good day to you. Let me introduce myself to you. I am a green frog with dark green spots that help camouflage me in case there are any pesky enemies about.

I have been living my froggy life in this garden, and a lovely garden it is too, with a pond and many shady spots filled with fragrant flowers.

I like to sit on a lily pad and see how many flies I can catch. I don’t need to drink water; I absorb water through my skin, so a dip in the pond now and then is most refreshing.
I feel a froggy song coming on; would you join me in singing?

Perhaps you would be so kind as to take me home with you or perhaps light a campfire. It’s a little chilly with no flesh on. Did you know that? But I can still be friendly and wave.

Hey! Come on! You want to see the lights, right? What lights? Oh, the lights that humans have been putting on the cactus. I am so excited to see them. We may not get snow here in the desert, but it does get cold, and the sky is amazing during the night.
Every year around this time, humans put strings of lights on the cactus; it is all so magical. Jump up on my back and hang on. Here we go!

Just…let…me…get…my…legs…! There we go. Sorry, I am a young giraffe, and sometimes my legs go in different directions. It can take me a few minutes to gather them up—so they are going in the same direction. I don’t suppose you have that problem; two legs must be much easier to control, and your legs are not as tall as mine.

I am pleased to meet you. I am trying to learn new dance steps; someone said dancing brings joy. It is also a great way to train your legs to find the beat. Dancing can help with balance, too. I need help in that department.

So, do you want to go for a walk? I am feeling snackish, and I know where there are some nice Acacia trees over that way. Oh, no, the thorns don’t bother me. There are some berries there that you may enjoy.

Oops! There go my legs again. Thump. Well, this is a pickle; it is harder for me to get up; if you would give me a hand. There, all set, off we go.

Wiggle! Wiggle! I see my ‘prey’ in the high grasses! I can sneak up and catch it with my long trunk, I have been taking pouncing lessons from the lion cubs. If I crouch down low enough, no one will ever see me! I love this game of pounce! Somehow though, I never seem to hide quite well enough. My friends always seem to find me! Come join in the fun, it’s just what everypet needs, a little time out to play away the day!