This unicorn embodies the quest for fun, galloping through magical experiences in a mystical forest. Every day a new experience, a surprise, an excitement, a wonder! Does your pet’s heart long to escape the drudgery of the day and do just whatever it wishes? Let it roam with this unicorn! Party on. dude!

I think that you shall never see another moth as sweet as me!
My markings are so elegant; my fuzzy back, you'll long to pet.
I'm pretty as the buds of spring now that I've finally got my wings.

You heard about the Rainbow Freckled Giraffe? Grrr! I’m the opposite! There I was, the only multi-colored panda in the world, and then the fog came down. So everything is just the same; must-eat-bamboo- must-eat-bamboo-must-eat-bamboo, when I see my reflection in the pool I like to meditate beside. Fog stole my colors! Now I sit around all day steaming mad. And the steam’s--- fog.

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!

When you think of a Griffin you may think of a mythical beast that is quite terrifying and guards treasures. I don’t believe I would terrify anyone, I am far too pink and cute. Instead of standing around guarding things, which sounds so dreadfully boring, I think it would be much better if we played some games and enjoyed some tasty snacks.

When you think of a Griffin you may think of a mythical beast that is quite terrifying and guards treasures. I don’t believe I would terrify anyone, I am far too pink and cute. Instead of standing around guarding things, which sounds so dreadfully boring, I think it would be much better if we played some games and enjoyed some tasty snacks.

The weather was partly cloudy today. So I want into the garden but that pesky farmer has it fenced off. How could they? Don’t they know bunnies need lettuce and parsley? It’s a very important part of our diet. Just like hay. And don’t forget the carrots. But I shall pass on the cabbage. It gives me gas. And boy oh boy my toots are quite stinky!

Do you hear that? It's the soft pitter-patter of rain as it falls gently through the trees. I find rainfall deeply peaceful. Oftentimes I lay out under the storm clouds and enjoy the feel as it lands on my scales.

My parents say my egg hatched on the rainiest day they've ever seen. I don't know if that's true, my cousins say their parents have said the same thing! True or not, I always find myself drawn to the rain and love basking in the clouds with my siblings.

Speaking of being scared, have you ever gone ghost hunting? It's one of my favourite year-round activities! Some pets say ghosts are more active in October, especially at Halloween, but I think that's just a silly rumour to make the month seem more scary. Oh - I was on my way out to look for ghosts right now, would you like to come?

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.

Being brave isn’t about finding things easy, it’s about doing things because they must be done, even when they’re hard. Everyone expects this lion to be brave because he has a mane, but he has problems. As a cub, he was trodden on by an elephant. Since then, being brave became one long struggle. A trusted friend of Scaredy Cat, he knows he should be brave, and he tries very hard to protect others he loves. But if being brave was easy, it wouldn’t be bravery at all! Will your pet go alongside him as he faces his fears, facing them together?

Some pets cannot see a map without guessing what lies beyond the edges. Where does that river go? What is on the other side of that mountain? What hides within that forest? If the thought of unknown lands makes your pet long to know them before others do, take to the road, or the skies, with this dragon!

As night spreads across the darkening sky and the stars come to life, a gentle trickle of rain begins to fall. The droplets bounce leaf to leaf, eventually reaching my overgrown pond. As the ripples expand and merge, I dip down to the surface to join them in their delicate dance.

As night spreads across the darkening sky and the stars come to life, a gentle trickle of rain begins to fall. The droplets bounce leaf to leaf, eventually reaching my overgrown pond. As the ripples expand and merge, I dip down to the surface to join them in their delicate dance.

My favourite day is any day where the sky is clear and the sun is shining bright in the sky. I love to flitter among the blossoming flowers and rippling tall grass, the light breeze warming my wings. Basking in the sun is the most relaxing part of my day - and it lasts all day!

I come into your dreams—violet wings carry me dancing and twirling in graceful arcs—under and over the silver clouds. Flashes of white from the eyes on my wings reflect back the moon’s soft glow. I will dance until the night wanes and wish you pleasant dreams. When you awake, you wonder if you really saw me or if it was truly a dream. Perhaps you may find some violet dust left behind on your pillow.

Hummmm… Bzzzzzzzz… If you are outside cat-napping on the porch and hear what sounds a bit like a bumblebee, have no fear; it’s only a little hummingbird. I’ve just stopped by to have a few sips of the perfectly sweetened sugar-water in the feeder. Thank you for not putting any coloring in it. I prefer it that way; nectar in flowers is clear and it is better for my health to have a natural diet. Due to the rapid beating of my wings I am in constant need of sugar for energy and I have the unique ability to turn nectar into fuel within thirty minutes.
I like my sugar-water to be clear but that doesn’t mean I don’t like color in other places, like my beautiful feathers. My pastel coloring is in beautiful shades of a sunrise, ranging from the golden glow of the sun to the soft pinks in the clouds of a morning sunrise. And I just love the way my feathers look iridescent in the sunlight. My beauty goes much deeper though. I am a very thankful bird and I will remember where your feeder is after my long migratory flight back from Central America. I will stay in your yard all summer and even bring my babies to see you and show them how nice you are.

Hummmm… Bzzzzzzzz… If you are outside cat-napping on the porch and hear what sounds a bit like a bumblebee, have no fear; it’s only a little hummingbird. I’ve just stopped by to have a few sips of the perfectly sweetened sugar-water in the feeder. Thank you for not putting any coloring in it. I prefer it that way; nectar in flowers is clear and it is better for my health to have a natural diet. Due to the rapid beating of my wings I am in constant need of sugar for energy and I have the unique ability to turn nectar into fuel within thirty minutes.
I like my sugar-water to be clear but that doesn’t mean I don’t like color in other places, like my beautiful feathers. My exotic coloring is in vibrant shades of lavender and orchid, mirroring the colors in the flowers I love so much. And I just love the way my feathers look iridescent in the sunlight. My beauty goes much deeper though. I am a very thankful bird and I will remember where your feeder is after my long migratory flight back from Central America. I will stay in your yard all summer and even bring my babies to see you and show them how nice you are.

Hummmm… Bzzzzzzzz… If you are outside cat-napping on the porch and hear what sounds a bit like a bumblebee, have no fear; it’s only a little hummingbird. I’ve just stopped by to have a few sips of the perfectly sweetened sugar-water in the feeder. Thank you for not putting any coloring in it. I prefer it that way; nectar in flowers is clear and it is better for my health to have a natural diet. Due to the rapid beating of my wings I am in constant need of sugar for energy and I have the unique ability to turn nectar into fuel within thirty minutes.
I like my sugar-water to be clear but that doesn’t mean I don’t like color in other places, like my beautiful feathers. My exotic coloring is in vibrant shades of indigo, ranging from vivid blue to ultraviolet, and is accented by my stunning teal tail feathers. And I just love the way my feathers look iridescent in the sunlight. My beauty goes much deeper though. I am a very thankful bird and I will remember where your feeder is after my long migratory flight back from Central America. I will stay in your yard all summer and even bring my babies to see you and show them how nice you are.

Flitting about out in the weather, reporting today's meteorology phenomenon, making sure every PnF Pet is ready to greet the day prepared! Will it rain? Sleet? Snow? Sunscreen needed? Or are we watching for Thunder and Lightening? Hay fever season? I know all, just follow my Tweets!

Flitting about out in the weather, reporting today's meteorology phenomenon, making sure every PnF Pet is ready to greet the day prepared! Will it rain? Sleet? Snow? Sunscreen needed? Or are we watching for Thunder and Lightening? Hay fever season? I know all, just follow my Tweets!

This good-natured bear doesn’t mind where he is or what he is doing. What matters is who he is doing it with! Every experience others seek after is something he longs to share with others. There’s no fun for him in climbing a mountain alone or tasting the finest food by himself. All his joy is in good talk, shared laughter and hearing new ideas. Never one to judge, he thinks only the best of others, even if his friends cannot get along with one another. How about taking a quest in the same spirit?

This old bear has been around a while and has learned many things. When sports events are taking place in PnF land, the old bear likes to go around and whisper secret methods for winning to all the participants. The old bear does not mind who wins, though, like everyone, he is sure to have his favourites, but for this bear, it is the fun of the competition and not the winning that really matters. He treats every entrant the same and gives his tips to all.

With wings that hold the colours of the aurora and a body of thick, soft, sparkling fur—this little bear is unique. Of all the bears born in the winter, one will not grow as big as the other young bears. This bear will emerge from the cave as a fairy. Why does this happen? No one is sure, but the winter fairy bear brings joy to all the creatures not tucked up sleeping in their winter homes and sweet dreams to those that are.

If you are walking in the woods and see this little bear flying around the trees, stay very still; you may hear it sing a song, and its voice will remind you of the soft tinkling of ice, but the words will warm your heart.

Are you here to play hopscotch with me? I have a bag of colorful rocks here to toss for our markers and we’ll draw with chalk the grid we need. I know you wouldn’t think of me jumping, but I’m really quite good! There’s nothing more I love than to enjoy playing games, join me! I promise to be extra careful not to step on your toes as we skip along. So pick your color and we’ll start our game.

Flitting about out in the weather, reporting today's meteorology phenomenon, making sure every PnF Pet is ready to greet the day prepared! Will it rain? Sleet? Snow? Sunscreen needed? Or are we watching for Thunder and Lightening? Hay fever season? I know all, just follow my Tweets!

Oh, WOW! You're serving mashed potatoes, green beans, gravy, sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce, garlic and herb roasted carrots, brussels sprouts with bacon, cornbread stuffing, sautéed spinach with garlic, and buttery dinner rolls ... but those are all sides! What's the main course? I'll find out when I get there? I can't wait!

*Seeking Permanent Playmate*
Must Like: Sunshine, short walks through my sandbox, chasing balls across the floor, occasional hat wear, long naps, nectarines, avocado toast and ABBA.
Turn Offs Include: Loud noises, meat-eaters, figs (I just can’t with you), the color puce, and country music (except Johnny Cash. The man in black is acceptable.).
Qualified applicants should send their CV to my owner at SweetheartIguanasButler@PnFLand.com - Good Luck!

Want to play my favourite game? It's easy! Just close your eyes and count to ten... Oh, no time right now? That's okay, we can play another time. You can always find me swimming about the seaweed - they are my favourite hiding place (but don't tell anyone!) When I'm not playing in the kelp I enjoy swimming back and forth as the water flows along the shore, especially exploring the low tides - you just never know what the tide will bring in!

Ohh, did you feel that? I think the storm is directly over us! This is my favourite part, it's both lovely and dangerous! Feel that thunder roar - mightier than even the most fearsome feline. And the lightning, sneakier than the sliest fox! Don't worry, here in my burrow we're well safe from any harm.

I am called a silverback because the hairs on my back are white, which happens after my twelfth birthday. Being a silverback has a lot of responsibility! Not only do I protect my family, I also make all the decisions on where to go for dinner (no junk food for my family!) and settle disputes and squabbles between everyone. Our family group is called a troop, and it consists of me, several adult females and their offspring. The infants stay with their momma constantly for the first five months of their lives, and the momma stays close to me so I can protect them from things that may harm them. Once they are a little older they begin to wander a little bit (but not too far from my watchful eye). By the age of six, they are weaned and make their own nest to sleep in separate from their mother. An adult male sometimes stays in the family instead of searching out other single females and forming their own troop. These males are called blackbacks and help me by providing back-up protection for the troop.

While my erstwhile “Sweetheart” of a cousin continues to seek out his perfect match, I’m just here to have a good time! #YOLO Sand, surf, sun, and fun. That’s my motto for life and I’m inviting you to dive in and join in on the adventure! Grab your swimsuit and let’s go! #SunsOutBunsOut

Unlike most toys, which are crafted in Santa’s workshop, Ruby Ragdoll was a handmade gift to a little orphan girl named Scarlett. The only family Scarlett had in all the world was her elderly grandmother, who worked on creating Ruby Ragdoll. With fabric scraps and strands of yarn, she carefully crafted Ruby Ragdoll’s head and body. She used yellow yarn to give Ruby blond hair just like Scarlett’s. She embroidered Ruby’s nose, mouth, and eyebrows. Ruby’s eyes were black crystal beads. Scarlett’s grandmother dressed Ruby Ragdoll in her red Christmas outfit, wrapped her in a gift box, and put her under the tree

I saw my reflection in the pond today and was overwhelmed with my own beauty. My legs are so long that I can step over logs and other reedy stuff that often clogs the waterways. And my plumage is awesome if I do say so myself. Just look at my intricate wing feathers, specifically spaced for the perfect flight and hey, if you need to understand why I am so regal, then just look at my beautiful sleek, long neck which makes nose first into the water for that treat such an easy trick as well as being long enough to rest under my wings when I feel like a tiny nap.

Greetings and salutations! Rascal is my name, and well earned it is, too! Where there's fun and frolicking, I'm usually at the center of it. Games are my thing, and I can often be found perusing the latest issue of “Pets ‘n’ Trends” magazine for clues about what's popular, what's trendy, and what's next! As to those silly rumors about me living in a hat, well, do I look like a hat rabbit to you? Don't answer that! And none of that “abra cadabra” stuff, either! I have a respectable job here in PnF land, overseeing the fantastic PnF lottery! What do I do between lotteries? Well, that's for me to know and you to find out…

I heard from a Rainwatcher Fox there's a large storm heading this way! While most pets will run for cover, I spend the time waiting out in an open field, or the middle of a lake. The way the thunder rolls, the lighting flashes - it's all highly stimulating.

Ah, another day and look! Do you see all the everypets and hoomans standing about just to watch me? I try to keep my plume at fully spread, it makes everyone ooh and aahh the most. And besides, it keeps those little wispy feathers cleaner this way.
Why, I’d almost venture to say that if I weren’t here to mesmerize everyone, that their day might just be a little, well, let’s just get it out there………. Dull.

I live in the land where the midnight sun shines above vast planes of ice and snow, but my heart is as warm as toasted chestnuts. Come join me as I walk through my day. Bundle up warm it can be bitterly cold. I have no problems in the cold weather and actually prefer it. My body is encased in a thick layer of fat with dense fur. You can follow along in my footprints, so you won’t have to work so hard to take a step. My feet are large, perfect for distributing my weight evenly over ice. Make sure to bring along sunglasses or goggles, my eyes have a third eyelid that protects my eyes from the UV rays of the sun, so I don’t suffer from snow blindness. I love to swim, though I don’t suppose you will be joining me in the frigid water. I can swim for days, but I won’t take a long swim today. Are you ready? Let’s go, and I will show you the beauty of this wintery land.

I live in the land where the midnight sun shines above vast planes of ice and snow, but my heart is as warm as toasted chestnuts. Come join me as I walk through my day. Bundle up warm it can be bitterly cold. I have no problems in the cold weather and actually prefer it. My body is encased in a thick layer of fat with dense fur. You can follow along in my footprints, so you won’t have to work so hard to take a step. My feet are large, perfect for distributing my weight evenly over ice. Make sure to bring along sunglasses or goggles, my eyes have a third eyelid that protects my eyes from the UV rays of the sun, so I don’t suffer from snow blindness. I love to swim, though I don’t suppose you will be joining me in the frigid water. I can swim for days, but I won’t take a long swim today. Are you ready? Let’s go, and I will show you the beauty of this wintery land.

I hail from the depths of the Great White North and come searching for all the hugs and fresh fish I can get my paws upon. I really am a friendly sort of bear and I quickly become pals with all whom I meet. Whoever would have thought a bear would be a friend with penguins and beavers? I sure am! Won’t you have a playdate with me? Pretty please with a salmon on top?

Do you see how PINK my fluffy fur is? It's PINKOLICOUS! I rock this fur better than any monster ever could. I went and got a Brazilian blow out and it didn't even come close to the meticulous care I already take to my fur. If I twirl, just so, in the stage lights, you can see the millions of glitter glistening in my pink fur. People think that just because I am totally obsessed over my glamorous looks and silky hair that I must be a complete space cadet, but I have no idea what would possess anyone to think I wanted to go up in space? Seriously, do you have any idea what a helmet would do to this perfectly pink pouf?

If you are wandering outside at night, you may catch sight of me as I run around looking for dinner. Let’s play catch me if you can. I excel at climbing and leaping from branch to branch, haha, you can’t catch me now.

Pine Martens are part of the Mustelid family which includes otters, skunks, ferrets, weasels, and others. Around 60,000 years ago the Pine Marten migrated from Asia to North America. The Pine Marten is nocturnal and feasts on fruit—it loves raspberries and strawberries—nuts, bugs, and small mammals. The Pine Marten has also been called a forest kitten.

I am very cute, and about the size of a cat. I have to be careful when I am out hunting and am wary of the skies, for in the sky is the eagle, and eagles love to pick up smaller creatures. My pawprints are hard to distinguish because I use a loping gait, which means my back paws fall into the prints left by my front paws, sneaky, so it takes a clever sleuth to track me.

If you are wandering outside at night, you may catch sight of me as I run around looking for dinner. Let’s play catch me if you can. I excel at climbing and leaping from branch to branch, haha, you can’t catch me now.

Pine Martens are part of the Mustelid family which includes otters, skunks, ferrets, weasels, and others. Around 60,000 years ago the Pine Marten migrated from Asia to North America. The Pine Marten is nocturnal and feasts on fruit—it loves raspberries and strawberries—nuts, bugs, and small mammals. The Pine Marten has also been called a forest kitten.

I am very cute, and about the size of a cat. I have to be careful when I am out hunting and am wary of the skies, for in the sky is the eagle, and eagles love to pick up smaller creatures. My pawprints are hard to distinguish because I use a loping gait, which means my back paws fall into the prints left by my front paws, sneaky, so it takes a clever sleuth to track me.

Hey! I heard there's gonna be a party. Can I come? Oh boy, I just hope I can be the center of attention! I just love it when everyone wants to have a slice of my time!

Ever since she was a hatchling, the milk chocolate turtle aspired to make her world a more beautiful place. The pond she grew up in was fringed with green sedges and towering brown cattails, framed with birch and aspen trees. The verdant landscape was sketched again in the pond’s clear crystal waters, so the little turtle didn’t know how she could improve a world that was already so beautiful.

Inspiration came one day when a radiant rainbow arched over the pond. The young turtle realized that, although her pond was beautiful, it lacked the splendid colours she saw in the sky. Armed with a new sense of purpose, she crawled across the landscape in search of ways to bring colour to the pond. After many long, arduous treks, she returned with seeds and bulbs for pink and yellow water lilies, blue flag irises, and orange wood lilies, which she planted and tended with care. In time, the pond exploded with a panoply of colour that rivaled even the rainbow, and themilk chocolate turtle was filled with joy as she gazed upon a world that she had made more beautiful.

I have visions of grandeur. In my mind I am the trusty steed of Sir Prancelot, but in reality, I am simply a horse with an enormous amount of enthusiasm. Knowing this I will be faithful, speedy and obedient, going wherever you want me to take you.

Walking through a soft green meadow, you cross the path of a peculiar green flower. Is it moving? Slowly, a leaf turns to look up at you, a gentle face with antennas twitching...

Hello there, traveller, welcome to my meadow. I hope you'll rest and enjoy the cool breeze, watching as it sends ripples through the tall grass. I'd love to have someone to chat with for a while, pets often pass my meadow quickly to reach their destination. They don't pause to smell the flowers and enjoy the scenery I call home.

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...

Unlike most toys, which are crafted in Santa’s workshop, Lavender Ragdoll was a handmade gift to a little orphan girl named Violet. The only family Violet had in all the whole wide world was an elderly great aunt, who worked on creating Lavender Ragdoll. With fabric scraps and strands of yarn, she lovingly crafted Lavender Ragdoll’s head and body. She used brown yarn to give Lavender brown hair, just like Violets’s. She embroidered Lavenders’s nose, mouth, and eyebrows. Lavenders’s eyes were black glass beads. Violet’s great aunt dressed Lavender Ragdoll in her purple Christmas outfit, wrapped her in a gift box, and put her under the tree...

Hello Power Pets fans! Here's the latest report from your eye in the sky, Rockin' Robin! Check out the speed on these animals, racing for the finish line! Let me glide on over and perch, oh, wait, not here, that's the tree climbing course! Better to stay up here in the big blue and report results from here!

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The midday sun can be overwhelming to some, even urging others to slumber through the brightest parts of the day. This graceful sparklefly will carry the sun's graces to all pets, even those who sleep through the sun's appearances.

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 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.

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.