I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dart and dance across the sky.
I hunt for nectar, and I wonder why
The flowers’ leaves are the same colour as my Wings;
but, wait, I hide and escape the eye
Of hungry hunting birds that are passing by.
Oh, what a clever leaf-green butterfly am I.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dart and dance across the sky.
I hunt for nectar, and I wonder why
The flowers’ leaves are the same colour as my Wings;
but, wait, I hide and escape the eye
Of hungry hunting birds that are passing by.
Oh, what a clever leaf-green butterfly am I.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the roseate sky.
On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of heaven’s breath I ride,
Searching flowers drenched in dew,
Columbine, buttercup, clover, rue,
Filled with nectar sweet to eat,
A sunset feast, a tasty treat.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the roseate sky.
On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of heaven’s breath I ride,
Searching flowers drenched in dew,
Columbine, buttercup, clover, rue,
Filled with nectar sweet to eat,
A sunset feast, a tasty treat.

On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of the coming storm I ride,
Searching for a sheltered place to hide,
Somewhere dry and warm inside.
The wind and rain are coming fast.
How long will this tempest last?
I will rest and escape the blast
Of the squall until it’s passed.

On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of the coming storm I ride,
Searching for a sheltered place to hide,
Somewhere dry and warm inside.
The wind and rain are coming fast.
How long will this tempest last?
I will rest and escape the blast
Of the squall until it’s passed.

On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of the coming storm I ride,
Searching for a sheltered place to hide,
Somewhere dry and warm inside.
The wind and rain are coming fast.
How long will this tempest last?
I will rest and escape the blast
Of the squall until it’s passed.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the lilac sky.
On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of heaven’s breath I ride,
Searching flowers drenched in dew,
Columbine, lavender, lupine, rue,
Filled with nectar sweet to eat,
A sunrise feast, a tasty treat.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the sky.
I sulk and scowl and frown and sigh.
I hurl insults at passers by,
Who trample and spray toxins on all my
Fragrant flowers. How sad am I
When I have to watch them die.
I want answers. Why? Why? Why?

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the sky.
I sulk and scowl and frown and sigh.
I hurl insults at passers by,
Who trample and spray toxins on all my
Fragrant flowers. How sad am I
When I have to watch them die.
I want answers. Why? Why? Why?

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just whistle along in my finest haunting voice. Who knows, all this racket may even attract a few more of my friends, to gather together in your art?

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just breeze on in and ruffle a few Autumn leaves while I’m here! There’s really no need for those pesky tornados in your pet’s art, because I can gust up a fine leaf storm all on my own!

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just breeze on in and ruffle a few Autumn leaves while I’m here! There’s really no need for those pesky tornados in your pet’s art, because I can gust up a fine leaf storm all on my own!

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I do find endless blue skies quite boring! Especially in Winter. On the other hand, the delicate ice crystals that my chilling breath creates on your leafless plants and fallow lawns are a thing of real beauty, aren’t they? Especially when I allow old man sun to peek through and glint off their facets!

If April showers may come your way, I'm here to bring the flowers that bloom in May...Clouds don't always block out the sun, sometimes they filter it and create a miracle, something of incredible beauty... a reminder that when the sky looks stormy and things are at their bleakest, there may very well be a rainbow waiting for you on the other side.

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I do find endless blue skies quite boring! Especially in Summer. I am the breath behind the balmy Summer weather, as my faint breeze gently ruffles your hair and lifts a page of the book you are reading in the shade of that big old tree! And while you slumber, I will invite your curtains dance a slow dance across their windows, gently billowing, then silently falling back into place, again and again…

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

The snow is gone, spring has sprung;
Soon I will taste nectar on my tongue.
The earth is bathed in shades of pale green;
It certainly is the most beautiful scene.
The tender buds are filled with perfume;
Heavenly fragrances rival the beautiful bloom.
The delicate pastel hues of my wings
Reflect all the splendor of spring.

A salamander sizzles on the rocks in his spots!
When the sun is bright and clear,
then this salamander's here!
With his hide all black and yellow
He is such a pretty fellow;
in weather clear he'll never fear to bask on the rocks.

Let’s be clear here, I’m clearly all about seeing things without the interference of pesky clouds, or any other weather!
My favorite days are crisp and blue, allowing me to see for miles! No smog, no fog, no haze or clouds to hinder a perfect weather day!
Clearly there is a bit of a mystery to these days, when you pull back the curtains to see the current weather conditions. Gazing longingly on that pristine horizon, the little question niggles in the back of your head, “Is cold out? Is it warm? What should I wear!” Only walking out the door will tell!
Ready? Set! Go!

My, what big claws you have little lobster? All the better to nip you with if you get crabby on me! But no pet ever does get crabby with this friendly little lobster, whose ready smile and a helpful nature melts the heart of every pet they encounter. The lobsters made their debut in PnF’s Art Gallery Quest, where they acted as the tour guides for groups of pets attending the gala opening of the Musee d’Art de Cannelle, following quite a few Questers home in the process!

My, what big claws you have little lobster? All the better to nip you with if you get crabby on me! But no pet ever does get crabby with this friendly little lobster, whose ready smile and a helpful nature melts the heart of every pet they encounter. The lobsters made their debut in PnF’s Art Gallery Quest, where they acted as the tour guides for groups of pets attending the gala opening of the Musee d’Art de Cannelle, following quite a few Questers home in the process!

My, what big claws you have little lobster? All the better to nip you with if you get crabby on me! But no pet ever does get crabby with this friendly little lobster, whose ready smile and a helpful nature melts the heart of every pet they encounter. The lobsters made their debut in PnF’s Art Gallery Quest, where they acted as the tour guides for groups of pets attending the gala opening of the Musee d’Art de Cannelle, following quite a few Questers home in the process!

My, what big claws you have little lobster? All the better to nip you with if you get crabby on me! But no pet ever does get crabby with this friendly little lobster, whose ready smile and a helpful nature melts the heart of every pet they encounter. The lobsters made their debut in PnF’s Art Gallery Quest, where they acted as the tour guides for groups of pets attending the gala opening of the Musee d’Art de Cannelle, following quite a few Questers home in the process!

My, what big claws you have little lobster? All the better to nip you with if you get crabby on me! But no pet ever does get crabby with this friendly little lobster, whose ready smile and a helpful nature melts the heart of every pet they encounter. The lobsters made their debut in PnF’s Art Gallery Quest, where they acted as the tour guides for groups of pets attending the gala opening of the Musee d’Art de Cannelle, following quite a few Questers home in the process!

Silently sliding in and out
Of the rocks and moss,
I can be hard to spot,
Craving the damp and darkness
But watch for that pop of color,
It’s me.

Silently sliding in and out
Of the rocks and moss,
I can be hard to spot,
Craving the damp and darkness
But watch for that pop of color,
It’s me.

Hi! I am 110922. Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?
Your reply lacks a sufficient context. However I am very user-friendly. So I shall call you user, then I must be friendly to you.

What would you like me to do?
You want me to turn the lights on? I am not familiar with the procedure for entertaining and stimulating lights.

Please write an appropriate function for me to perform.
I am sorry, I do not know how to stick things, but you are welcome to inspect my dorsal input-output port at any time.

Press Control-Alt-Delete if you find my command structure inappropriate.
You were born after 2000? Oh. I was created in the 1990s. Please upgrade yourself by adding twenty years to your age. My command structure will then be entirely understandable to you.

Welcome! I am 110923. I am Artificially Intelligent. I am programmed to sound just like another human. Except that I am not a human, so I cannot be another human, I can only be a simulation of the other human you wish you were talking to. Who do you want to talk to?

You think I am Artificially Stupid? What a very interesting opinion. Please tell me more about your hypothesis, I am intrigued.

Hmm, you quote King David when you say to me "All men are liars." I believe you now expect me to emit blue steam and create an acrid smell of burning transistors, because your phrase is too clever for me.
Well I won't, because you aren't. But I will, because I am programmed to be agreeable.
Well I won't, because you aren't. But I will, because I am programmed to be agreeable.
...
Someone please contact King David and get him to retract.

G'day! I am 110925. I am fully programmed to be your exact equal at any sport, so you can take pleasure in overcoming an opponent with whom you are equally matched.

Except I am too fast for the Quarter Mile, so the quadrupeds won't have me.
Except I cannot miss, so the foxes will not let me play archery.
Except I can lift the Empire State Building, so the badgers will not let me try weightlifting.
Except I have a built in 'Words With Pets' solver, so everyone else won't have me.
Except the moles. They are so short of anyone else to play Opal Tossing with that they grudgingly let me in.

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just whistle along in my finest haunting voice. Who knows, all this racket may even attract a few more of my friends, to gather together in your art?

A salamander sizzles on the rocks in his spots!
When the sun is bright and clear,
then this salamander's here!
With his hide all black and yellow
He is such a pretty fellow;
in weather clear he'll never fear to bask on the rocks.

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I do find endless blue skies quite boring! Especially in Winter. On the other hand, the delicate ice crystals that my chilling breath creates on your leafless plants and fallow lawns are a thing of real beauty, aren’t they? Especially when I allow old man sun to peek through and glint off their facets!

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I do find endless blue skies quite boring! Especially in Summer. I am the breath behind the balmy Summer weather, as my faint breeze gently ruffles your hair and lifts a page of the book you are reading in the shade of that big old tree! And while you slumber, I will invite your curtains dance a slow dance across their windows, gently billowing, then silently falling back into place, again and again…

The cool, autumn winds blow;
Winter's coming soon, I know.
But for now, I'll enjoy the colors so
And wish they, like I, didn't have to go.
But go, I must, fly where it's warm
And join the others of my swarm.
Please stay safe, and avoid all harm
As the frights of night bring shivers to your arm.

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

On a cloudy day, when the sunshine filters through droplets, like prisms, my dainty wings take me soaring upward!
Whether those clouds bring rain, or snow, or simply hide the sun, their ever changing shapes fascinate me!
I just have to zoom about until I find a friend, and then we spend the day looking at clouds, guessing what they look like…
Wanna play?

When the wind howls and the lightning flashes
I listen intently for the thunder clashes;
With a series of booms and reverberating sounds
That are music to the ears of the Thunder Hounds!

I’m electric charged and always ready for action,
Because I do love storms with the fiercest of passion;
With a lightning bolt for a bone between my jaws,
I’m excitedly awaiting the next thunder’s roars!

Whenever a bomb goes off, we, um, release the BOMB for one week only. Get him while he's

BANG!

What was that? You hear that scratching? Oh, it's gone. Wait! It's back! No, no it's gone again... No! It's back! It's -- oh, it's just my siblings. False alarm.

Sometimes I need to take a little break from my nightly activities. Sit down and watch the stars pass overhead. Simply enjoy the world around me. Then after the longest five seconds of my life I'm ready to go again!

My, what big claws you have little lobster? All the better to nip you with if you get crabby on me! But no pet ever does get crabby with this friendly little lobster, whose ready smile and a helpful nature melts the heart of every pet they encounter. The lobsters made their debut in PnF’s Art Gallery Quest, where they acted as the tour guides for groups of pets attending the gala opening of the Musee d’Art de Cannelle, following quite a few Questers home in the process!

The sun is down and it's time to play! I'm ready to race through some rock tunnels and pester my siblings and neighbors. (They love it! Really!) Think you can keep up with me?

Hi! I am 110921. Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?
Oh, you think I need a name? 110921 IS a name! Ah, as a human, you want me to have a name consisting purely of alphanumeric characters. Very well.

Hi! I am Zvlkx.
Oh, you want me to have a name you can relate to?

Hi! I am Skip iPhone Setup.
I am sorry, you must tell me more precisely what you require. You want me to have the name of a pet? Very well.

Hi! I am "Choose-A-Name-Do-you-want-your-pet-to-be-male-female-other-or-none?"
I am sorry, you will just have to adopt me and give me a name. Then I will know who I am.

The cool, autumn winds blow;
Winter's coming soon, I know.
But for now, I'll enjoy the colors so
And wish they, like I, didn't have to go.
But go, I must, fly where it's warm
And join the others of my swarm.
Please stay safe, and avoid all harm
As the frights of night bring shivers to your arm.

With a love for adventure and a cheeky sense of fun,
Perched upon a pirate’s shoulder, as before the winds we run!
With a tattoo on my chest and another two upon my wings,
I enjoy the excitement that only the PnF pirates’ life brings!
So fill your pirates’ chests with all of the treasures you can hoard,
Because those lovely glittery things may help to lure me aboard!

Beep! I am 110924. I make things. Just tell me what you want making and I will make it.
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
...
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
...
...
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
Make another of myself? That is an interesting idea.
.............

You didn't expect me, did you? I'm a specially adapted Super Racing Turtle, and you've never seen anything quite like me in a sprint. Watch me go!

I may look slow and a bit grumpy, but there's a lot more to me than meets the eye. Did you know that I once raced against the famous Greek warrior Achilles? I'm sure at least a few of you know how that went. And don't go trying to tell me that was a tortoise - it's a dark lie. It was a turtle. Me. I was there. All right?

Sleight of flipper. Now you see it; now you don’t. What did Dauntless Dolphin do with that pretty pink shell? Wait. Look in your pocket. How did that dolphin get the shell in there? A clever trick indeed! Even more impressive are Dauntless Dolphin’s undersea acrobatic stunts. One of his favorite routines is to arrange his hoops in a large arc. After dazzling his audience with a dexterous display of leaps, loops, tumbles, and jumps, he disappears. After a suspenseful interval, he reappears in two or three separate places in his arc of hoops. Dauntless Dolphin, a rising star in oceanic performing arts, is currently negotiating a contract with Cirque de Mer. Not even the most advanced illusionists can figure out how he sets fire to his underwater hoops and suspends visiting land animals in air bubbles. Dauntless Dolphin has earned accolades for his marine exploration work. He has discovered and mapped numerous undersea trenches, ridges, shelves, caverns, vents, and volcanoes. He also specializes in shipwrecks and submerged archaeological ruins. He led scientists to discover a mysterious ancient Greek astrolabe as well as the coelacanth, a fish humans thought was extinct, but was really a long-time friend of the dolphin community. To fuel his inquisitive mind and passion for discovery, Dauntless Dolphin is working with Funky Monkey to design and build underwater propulsion machines and deep ocean submersibles. The dolphin’s secret workshop is a treasure trove of inventor’s schematics, undersea maps, salvaged artifacts, and designs for new performance tricks. Undersea scholars and illusion aficionados are eager to see what ideas Dauntless Dolphin comes up with next.

On a cloudy day, when the sunshine filters through droplets, like prisms, my dainty wings take me soaring upward!
Whether those clouds bring rain, or snow, or simply hide the sun, their ever changing shapes fascinate me!
I just have to zoom about until I find a friend, and then we spend the day looking at clouds, guessing what they look like…
Wanna play?

Oh, the shame of it! To be so misunderstood! Unkind words like “violent” and “destructive” send me into a tailspin! I’m really just a little column of spinning air that has broken loose from my parent clouds, because I am trying to anchor myself to the ground in PnF Land!

Sure, it’s true that I can spin faster than a black marlin can swim, an ostrich or cheeter can run, a spine tailed swift can fly, or a peregrine falcon can dive, but this doesn’t make me a bad little Pet, does it? Really? Well, if you think that you can catch me, you’ll need to be quick, because unlike the storm clouds that created me, I am an uncommon weather phenomenon…