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! But it is very difficult to get a purchase on this loose dust! Perhaps you could sweep out your habitat occasionally?

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…

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! But it is very difficult to get a purchase on this loose dust! Perhaps you could sweep out your habitat occasionally?

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…

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! But it is very difficult to get a purchase on this loose dust! Perhaps you could sweep out your habitat occasionally?

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…

Squee! I'm a cloud. It's so much fun to be a cloud - you get to see everything from up here. Are you growing crops? Can I come and rain on them? That would make me even happier!

Squee! I'm a cloud. It's so much fun to be a cloud - you get to see everything from up here. Are you growing crops? Can I come and rain on them? That would make me even happier!

Squee! I'm a cloud. It's so much fun to be a cloud - you get to see everything from up here. Are you growing crops? Can I come and rain on them? That would make me even happier!

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…

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…

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…

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 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.

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, 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, 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?

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 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 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’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!

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 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.

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.

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…

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…

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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’m a very rare and special foxee, neither young nor old
But I’m not often seen, because I’m not very bold;
I am swift and elusive, only materialising briefly I am told
In the most extreme weather, when it’s painfully cold!

When contemplating the universe, I may look like a dill
But to fully open my senses, I really need to be still;
Until my eyes, ears, nose and fur all take in their fill
And my imagination has had time, to roam where it will!

I’m a very rare and special foxee, neither young nor old
But I’m not often seen, because I’m not very bold;
I am swift and elusive, only materialising briefly I am told
In the most extreme weather, when it’s painfully cold!

When contemplating the universe, I may look like a dill
But to fully open my senses, I really need to be still;
Until my eyes, ears, nose and fur all take in their fill
And my imagination has had time, to roam where it will!

I’m a very rare and special foxee, neither young nor old
But I’m not often seen, because I’m not very bold;
I am swift and elusive, only materialising briefly I am told
In the most extreme weather, when it’s painfully cold!

When contemplating the universe, I may look like a dill
But to fully open my senses, I really need to be still;
Until my eyes, ears, nose and fur all take in their fill
And my imagination has had time, to roam where it will!

I’m a very rare and special foxee, neither young nor old
But I’m not often seen, because I’m not very bold;
I am swift and elusive, only materialising briefly I am told
In the most extreme weather, when it’s painfully cold!

I am a patient Pet, content to sit in the snow and wait
Sniffing intently, for any sign of a play mate;
But Puck and Idea do often arrive very late
Though snow persons are the things we all love to create!

I’m a very rare and special foxee, neither young nor old
But I’m not often seen, because I’m not very bold;
I am swift and elusive, only materialising briefly I am told
In the most extreme weather, when it’s painfully cold!

I am a patient Pet, content to sit in the snow and wait
Sniffing intently, for any sign of a play mate;
But Puck and Idea do often arrive very late
Though snow persons are the things we all love to create!