For countless years, 5 guardian tribes have lived in caves beneath the surface of Trilliant Island. Each Cave Guardian safeguards one rare and precious gem. The Purple Cave Guardians safeguard the largest tanzanite crystal cluster on Trilliant Island! What little the guardians know of the outside world is that which the gryphons that guard the island itself do bespeak. The gryphons have told of an insufficiency of enchanted saplings, required to provide into the future the moon dust that serves to anchor Trilliant Island.
So, venturing forth from their caves for the first time in their lives, the 5 Guardians scatter all of their smaller crystals along the enchanted paths to Trilliant Island, decreeing that not all shall be lost to petkind when Trilliant Island departs forever…

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.

I am the precious leopard complex mutation of the appaloosa horse breed. You are very lucky to find me in PnF land, because I almost disappeared entirely at the end of the Bronze Age! Historians think this might have been due to my night blindness, which made it more difficult for me to communicate, find food at night, and find a safe place to avoid predators that could easily spot my beautiful white markings.

Ancient cave paintings depict me pulling bronze chariots, but more often I pulled the logs and stones my people used to make roundhouses in stone hut circles.

I'm a happy little horse with a gentle and friendly disposition. Sometimes I feel like galloping and jumping around, but sometimes I just like to take the air and talk to my friends. Occasionally you will find me looking at the ground very carefully. I'm not looking for clover - I'm talking to a butterfly!

I am the precious leopard complex mutation of the appaloosa horse breed. You are very lucky to find me in PnF land, because I almost disappeared entirely at the end of the Bronze Age! Historians think this might have been due to my night blindness, which made it more difficult for me to communicate, find food at night, and find a safe place to avoid predators that could easily spot my beautiful white markings.

Ancient cave paintings depict me pulling bronze chariots, but more often I pulled the logs and stones my people used to make roundhouses in stone hut circles.

I'm a happy little horse with a gentle and friendly disposition. Sometimes I feel like galloping and jumping around, but sometimes I just like to take the air and talk to my friends. Occasionally you will find me looking at the ground very carefully. I'm not looking for clover - I'm talking to a butterfly!

Hello there! I’m Miss Featherly, but my friends call me sparkly eyes! You can see why right? I have a wee confession—I’m a corn addict who has been to corn rehab too many times to count—but who’s keeping track? (I prefer counting eggs any way!) I’m here to ensure that you enjoy a hunt that is out of this world exciting. That won’t be difficult at all because I’m friendly and I just loooove watching you search to find the eggs I’ve snuck into my secret hiding places. You’ll find my eggs hiding in some of the most unexpected places!

Hi! One of my favourite things to do is hide things. I get a thrill out of hiding things, like eggs. I also just love a good hunt … like you. But I love hunting for worms. If you are looking for me you’ll often find me clucking away under some cool shrubs, searching for the wriggly earth diggers—I’m always looking for worm holes and I can just imagine that the joy I feel when I finally find one is the same as the joy you’ll feel when you find an Easter egg. So now you know why I’m always looking down on the ground and pecking around down there. Plus there’s the fact that I’m a little shy and secretive, but I’m growing out of it … slowly. Maybe you’ll be the one to finally get me out of my shell?

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!

Yep, laying around, that's my favorite. Stretching near the sofa, cuddling in the chair. Waiting patiently for you to sit down so I can drape you in fur, and mark you as mine. Yawn! All this chatter makes me sleepy. “Night all”!

Yep, that's me, the Bean. As in Calico Bean. A marvelous conglomerate of all different cultures crammed into one. I did my Pet Ancestor Kit and there were more slices on my pie than in Granny Kate's kitchen! I love to blend in wherever I am and take in all my surroundings, learning and enjoying all life has to offer!

Hello, my name is Furball. I do have legs, but they are very, very short, which means I can climb over things that no one else can because I have a very low centre of gravity. The one thing I simply cannot do, is wallow in very long grass. I would get totally lost and despite my ability to hop, I doubt anyone would ever find me. Don’t you think I’m kind of cute? You can actually carry me under your arm. I promise I don’t bite.

Obviously I am the cutest Pfuzzle in PnF Land, with the longest eyelashes of all! I do pride myself on my modesty, and on my speed at positioning myself front and centre whenever somepet is taking a photograph! Nopet really minds though, because their photographs would be quite insipid, if I neglected to photo-bomb them all!

Uh hum, I may look a little different, but I have a warm and charming nature. Actually, I am rather timid, despite my appearance. One thing that really puts the fear in me, is water. I have tried to wade, but once my coat gets wet I stay that way for such a very long time. I do like cuddles and just like my name, I am very sweet.

Obviously I am the good looking pfuzzle in the Skeezle family, so I don’t take kindly to being confused with my more common cousin, Skeezle! While my cousin is known to be a bit of a sticky nose, I’m more like having chewy stuck on your paw, when there’s a puzzle to be solved or a clue to find! And that is why I, and not my illustrious cousin, was given a lead role in the PnF 2019 Easter Quest!

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?

Welcome to my home, my dear (Those ropes aren’t too tight, are they?) Well you see, I forgot to mention we must have dinner before our treats and guess what’s on the menu? (You!!) Now, let’s see, shall I carve here or there, boil or bake? (Oh dear, do quit your struggling, I’d hate to see you bruise that tender flesh!). Let’s begin...

Born from the glacial ice where the snow never melts;
Camouflaged from sight wearing icy blue pelts.

Exists a new race of Cheerlings just waiting to play,
In the Antarctic summers of perpetual day!

Only the privileged will ever get to see them cavort,
In cold dry Antarctic valleys, where they take their sport.

But when the fierce katabatic winds proceed to blow,
These Cheerlings must retreat, into the stony bedrock below!

Born into the Antarctic summer of perpetual day,
Appears a sunny yellow Cheerling, to lighten your way!

A little bundle of energy, that is never still very long;
Windsurfing the polar vortex, while singing a song!

Perhaps this is the most mischievous Cheerling of all,
Tricking the poor little penguins, by mimicking their call?

But when it comes to exploring, this Cheerling is a one of a kind;
Because hidden lakes and volcanoes, it knows just where to find!

Born into the Antarctic summer of perpetual day,
Appears a sunny yellow Cheerling, to lighten your way!

A little bundle of energy, that is never still very long;
Windsurfing the polar vortex, while singing a song!

Perhaps this is the most mischievous Cheerling of all,
Tricking the poor little penguins, by mimicking their call?

But when it comes to exploring, this Cheerling is a one of a kind;
Because hidden lakes and volcanoes, it knows just where to find!

Born into the Antarctic summer of perpetual day,
Appears a sunny yellow Cheerling, to lighten your way!

A little bundle of energy, that is never still very long;
Windsurfing the polar vortex, while singing a song!

Perhaps this is the most mischievous Cheerling of all,
Tricking the poor little penguins, by mimicking their call?

But when it comes to exploring, this Cheerling is a one of a kind;
Because hidden lakes and volcanoes, it knows just where to find!

Huh? What? Are you talking to me? I can't hear you! Hold on, let me turn down the music! Ah, that's better. Sorry, I really like loud metal music and the hair on my head is just perfect for head banging! Now I need a comb as my hair is a mess! I'm a little haggis, and I love to run up and down the mountains and hilltops in the Scottish Highlands, where I live, in addition to writing rock music. There is not too much factual information on me, as I am a bit shy and don't like to let others see me too often. I prefer to be alone, so that I'm not embarrassed when I rock out to music. Because I'm not seen often, there are many 'myths' about me, such as me having longer legs on one side of my body than the other. They say this is so we can run up the mountains and hills faster, as they are sloped, but I can do this just fine with even legs! As far as I can tell, my friends, family, and I all have the same length legs, but maybe there are others out there who are different than us, and just as shy in public as we are so we have not met yet! Who knows? I do like the drink those two legged creatures have sometimes called Irn-Bru, and that is when I will break my code of shyness to come out and steal it. It's a delicious soft drink that helps me get my creative juices flowing. Not every haggis is a musician, you know. But I love to go to the back of my burrow, turn up the amplifier and write until my little head is rocking out and headbanging! Sorry, no one else allowed!

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.

For countless years, 5 guardian tribes have lived in caves beneath the surface of Trilliant Island. Each Cave Guardian safeguards one rare and precious gem. The Red Cave Guardians safeguard the largest ruby solitaire crystal on Trilliant Island! What little the guardians know of the outside world is that which the gryphons that guard the island itself do bespeak. The gryphons have told of an insufficiency of enchanted saplings, required to provide into the future the moon dust that serves to anchor Trilliant Island.
So, venturing forth from their caves for the first time in their lives, the 5 Guardians scatter all of their smaller crystals along the enchanted paths to Trilliant Island, decreeing that not all shall be lost to petkind when Trilliant Island departs forever…

ROLFs were hatched six at a time in Dr. Pawshake’s lab. Curious little critters who may or not be what you get when you cross a cheerling with a little monster and throw in a dash of puff and add a pinch of troll. There’s no telling what the rolfs are up to, but they do think they’re quite funny. There’s no better fun than a pun, seems to be their motto! Watch out for teal, he’s the first to squeal, brown is the biggest clown. Blue likes the zoo, and lime has a penchant for slime. I’d watch that one. Purple loves a good blurple, don’t even ask, and pink is the quickest to drink! (Hiccup!)

ROLFs were hatched six at a time in Dr. Pawshake’s lab. Curious little critters who may or not be what you get when you cross a cheerling with a little monster and throw in a dash of puff and add a pinch of troll. There’s no telling what the rolfs are up to, but they do think they’re quite funny. There’s no better fun than a pun, seems to be their motto! Watch out for teal, he’s the first to squeal, brown is the biggest clown. Blue likes the zoo, and lime has a penchant for slime. I’d watch that one. Purple loves a good blurple, don’t even ask, and pink is the quickest to drink! (Hiccup!)