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!

Bother! Clouds again. Sniff sniff sniff! I think I smell some treats over there. My nose is twitching with excitement. I can barely contain myself with excitement. I know you will be kind enough to share. I will sit here and look oh so pretty. Head turned up, ears back, who can resist me? Sniff sniff, yes I think that is fresh organically grown curly parsley I smell.

Beyond the rainbow's end lies a cavern where the water flows all shades of the rainbow. Legend says if you listen carefully you can hear the ethereal neighs of a mystical creature not often seen - the Whispers Unicorn. This creature trots lightly, making barely a sound as it traverses the depths of the waterfall-filled caverns, preferring to remain behind the shadows of the mist.

Silently breach the caverns during a full moon and you may witness a spectral scene - a graceful dance, where the water remains undisturbed by the trots of hooves. Listen closely, as their slender movements create their own music carried on the wind of the cavern. Approach too quickly, make a sound, and these unicorns will scatter into the mist. No matter how hard you search, they won't reveal themselves again until the air is still enough to hear their whispers.

Mmmm, good morning! (yawns) So nice to see you here in my big blue ocean! Please, enjoy the vast waters I call home. Someone of my size needs quite a bit of room to travel in, I’m the largest animal living on this big blue orb! I love to sing and play, my splashes can be seen for miles around in the ocean. People see me and sometimes think I must eat big things, but the truth is I love to spend my days swimming and sucking up the tiny plankton floating on the ocean waves. One of my favorite pastimes is to swim down deep in the ocean, holding my breath and visiting other deep ocean dwellers. It’s going to be a great day, so come splash along with me!

W-who’s there? Oh, hello. You startled me. Y-you are very tall. Can you reach the clouds? It must be nice to be so tall. I imagine you can see a long way into the distance. I can only see as far as the bottom of this tree we are standing near. This is a good tree; it has apples in it. Would you mind reaching up and getting me an apple? If you like, you can pick an apple for yourself, and we can sit and chat for a while.

I am a very small, pink piglet. I don’t imagine I will grow very much taller. I have a wise friend who said that was quite alright, as I could focus on the things closer to the ground, and my friends could focus on the things higher up. Then we could share what we have discovered so no one would miss out on anything. W-would you like to be my friend?

I live just over there in that small house. If you visit me, we can sit in the garden and share some tea, and—w-what was that sound—oh, it is just the squirrels playing in the leaves. As you may be able to tell, I am a bit shy, but I feel comfortable with you. Thank you for the apple.

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!

The rarest of butterflies, the Celestine Symphonia is a universal marvel. This onyx beauty with its fragile, translucent wings is the music of our world, the kiss of a tumbling brook over smooth graveled river beds, the rustle of new spring leaves, and the quiet of snow falling over sleeping lands. In the flutter of its wings, the symphonia creates the treasured sounds of life we are looking forward to in each new season, and the magical music we hear in the beat of our children’s hearts, in the sigh of a loved one’s contentment. No matter the world, nor what corner of the universe, the symphonia’s music needs no translation. It is life. It is love.

Against a brilliant sky, a dark gleam casts an ominous shadow. As glorious as Pegasus, this wild cousin soars high above, leaving a trail of thunder clouds... with radiant beauty and alluring grace, Dark Pegasus moves majestically across the heavens.
Where Dark Pegasus touches, there is a tingle in the air. Is there malice behind that deep whinny, or merely the expression of a wild, free spirit? Tread carefully if you follow Dark Pegasus’ trail, for the final destination is mystery and intrigue!

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Ah, the day is at an end, and I can finally settle in, stretch out my wings and relax. Hm, is the nature channel showing Feinstein the talking parrot, again? Lucky me. It won’t be long before all my hard work pays off. And, then, it will be my feathers shining in the lights of a dozen reality show t.v. cameras. “Take that, Feinstein.” I’m coming for you world.

Once upon a time in a beautiful ocean kingdom, a princess was born. Her name was Ariilina, and she was the most precious of the King and Queen’s kits. The heir to all that was theirs. However, Ariilina’s destiny lay above the azure waters with the handsome fox, Auric. After fighting Uglita in the deep ocean depths to save her family and surviving a terrible Halloween infection, Ariilina became a legendary figure both above and below the ocean waves. Today, Ariilina, a beloved mother and grandmother, leads her kind with a gentle hand and open heart, welcoming all who seek the same kind of freedom as she found both in her ocean kingdom and with her true love. The freedom to be who you were always meant to be.

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.

Today's the day to be brave!
The Lioness is vigilant; when necessary she is fierce; she is loyal, strong, graceful and agile. The Lioness is aware, tenacious and protective, and is a great breadwinner!
She and her fellow (fellow? Oh, the shortcomings of the English language!) lionesses are the primary hunters of their pride and are highly protective of their young.
The Lioness encourages dreams. Go where your heart calls; live a full life and not a mere humdrum existence!
The Lioness is ready to help you be the bravest and best version of you.
Our beautiful, cream-coloured Lioness leaves you with a final thought, from the poet Rudyard Kipling:
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

*Yawn* It's so hard to be small and cuddly. I spent all day zooming from one new and exciting treasure, to another, that all I really want now is a nap. And just as I am settling in, there comes my favorite hooman, wanting to snuggle me. At least they don't hold a grudge about that shoe...... I am beginning to think my new name is "NO! Put that down".

Hi there. If I bat my super long eyelashes at you will you go for a ride with me? We can go for a long trip across the desert sand. I won’t sink, see these amazingly wide feet, they are perfect for walking or running over sand. I also don’t need to worry about water as I live off the fat in my single hump, pretty clever design right? You will need to bring a canteen of water though as I can’t share my fat with you and you will also need some protection for your eyes from the swirling sand, I don’t have to worry about that either as my eyes have a clear inner eyelid. Please say you will join me and I have room for any pets you want to bring along as well.

In all the history of the Petverse, there is a tale of courage and love that is well known. Arillina, the Fox’Maid’s story has been told for countless years amongst the Fox-maid clan, the story reaching to the shores above the deep ocean waters.

Arillina’s grandchildren were grown and had children of their own. Her beloved Auric, with whom she had spent a long and happy life, had gone to his last sleep—many years ago now. Arillina had her memories and the love of her family. There did not seem to be anything left for her to take care of. She would enjoy this time of life, in quiet pursuits, her garden, and spoiling her great-grandchildren. Only—there was something—in the back of her mind. It had come in the night in a dream. An ocean, Fox-maids, a cry to her heart, and then she would awake.

Arillina did not have to ponder this dream for long. On a chilly winter day—when she was out walking along the seashore—she saw something sparkling on the beach. It was a shell, a beautiful rainbow-hued shell. Arillina put the shell to her ear. A voice started to speak, “Arillina, you are needed, you are needed back below the waves. You must return to the Crystal Palace and rule your Fox-maid people.” Arillina looked around—there was no living being in sight. With a voice that was still strong and clear as a bell, Arillina spoke out across the waves. “I am too old to return to the ocean as a ruler. What has happened that I am so needed?” Arillina held the shell to her ear once more. “The Fox-maids are without a ruler now. There has been much fighting to see who would take the throne. You must return. If you hold that shell close to your heart and wish with all the love you have for your people, you will be transformed into a young Fox-maid.”

Arillina thought for a long time, and when she had finished thinking, she talked with her children and grandchildren. All agreed that if Arillina was needed, she must do what she could to bring peace back to the Fox-maids.

With her family around her, Arillina closed her eyes and held the shell close to her heart—she wished with all the love she held for her Fox-maid family. Arillina felt a warmth wash over her, and she could hear singing, the beautiful voices of hundreds of Fox-maids. Arillina opened her eyes and beheld the transformation. She was indeed young, and her skin had taken on the rainbowed hues of the shell. Saying a loving farewell, but not goodbye to her family, she went to the shore and dove beneath the waves.

Come, sing the song of my people with me! Let me just hit the pitch pipe quickly, we need to be in perfect pitch! Singing bass, while playing bass, makes my flippers flip! Bring your sopranos and altos, we'll get a full chorale going. What do you mean you can't sing AND hold your breath under water?

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Grab your binoculars and watch closely at the ocean surface! Barely causing a ripple, you'll find this giant swimming under the surface, in a moment, popping up for a breath of air and a playful slap at the water, spraying anypet who's near by.

Good Morning! I am reporting for work, eager to start the day and help in any way I can. As you can see, I have my safety vest and my hard hat. When working on a construction site, you want to follow safety protocols and work neatly—which means not leaving bits of wood or materials around for others to get tangled up in.
I have always loved the sound of hammers, saws, and drills, the energy of the workers and watching the progression from an empty lot to a building. It could be a store, a restaurant, a house or a barn; from plans on a piece of paper to the finished building is a fascinating process that I love to be part of.

Hey! Where are you going? Would you like to sit down with me? I have been reading this fascinating book of fairy tales. Look at this picture of an ogre, I guess this is supposed to represent me, but I don’t look like this. Sure, I am green. Yes, my teeth are pointy, and my ears are large. It is true I am strong, but as far as my temperament goes, I am not quick to anger, nor am I nasty, and I certainly don’t do the things stated in these tales.

I have found a sweet house in this village of PnF and am moving in. I could help you move furniture or carry logs for the fireplace, and I would love to join you and your pets for walks in the woods. I know a lot about woodlore.

Yes, colors abound in me, flowing and majestic, with a splash of fun! You’ll find me quickly in my herd, loud and proud! But hanging out on the savannah doesn’t keep my hooves calm, they were born to dance, and most nights you’ll find me hanging out in the club, showing off my swagger!

You’ve heard tell of the famous line, uttered by magicians throughout history, “Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!”
Well, my friend, I AM THAT RABBIT!
When you see that trick working seamlessly, there’s a happy little bunny behind it, and a magician who knows how to take care of his staff! Crispy carrots, a snug burrow, and ample vacation pay go a long way (not to mention maternity leave, that’s a must!)
Well, since coming to PnF, the resident magician is a rabbit so of course, having been “in the business” makes for a very understanding boss, happy magic bunnies, and great tricks!

It is such hard work being so young and learning to fly. Sometimes one just needs to take a pause mid flight and just look adorable. I am certainly doing a good job at it. Or so I think at least. I should get championship points for sheer adorableness. Once I master the fine art of flying I plan to tackle fire breathing. S’mores anyone?

Perhaps I deserve to wear a tiara as I feel rather regal dressed in my lovely green cape. I hold my head up with pride and prance around with confidence. I love to bask in the sun and enjoy vertical climbs but dressed in my cape you can take me to the opera any day. There I can listen to sopranos, tenors and everything in between. If I am very lucky, I might be able to have a snack from under the seats if any silly bugs decide to appear.

The romantic little mauve cockatoo makes its debut in PnF for St Valentine's Day in 2021, because a little birdie told it that PnF had a "careening, sailing, dipping, flipping, and swooping Cockatoo" that has been searching the canopy in your art for a mate for the past 5 years!

Will these pets' flight paths cross? Or will their ships silently pass in the night? Whether or not their romance ever blossoms rests entirely in your capable hands, as portrayed by your art. So we await the conclusion to your story, of love lost and found, or of blighted love?

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Is there any greater excitement than to be watching as a Humpback gracefully jumps out of the water, arching in the air and landing back into the depths of the ocean? Nope, I didn't think so either.

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.

I am a Canadian wolf pup but in some places I am also called a grey wolf or timber wolf. No matter which name you prefer, I would love to tell you all about my family. The wolf pack I belong to consists of my mom and dad, four adult brothers and sisters and five littermates. Wolves are very social animals and the bonds of family are very strong within our pack. We live in remote areas of the wilderness throughout the continent of North America and try to avoid the neighboring packs as they are not very friendly and do not like visitors. I think they are relatives of The Big Bad Wolf of storybook lore. We love visitors though and you are welcome to stop by any time. We will make you an honorary pack member and my mom and dad can even teach you how to howl. Howling has many uses and it's a really important skill. We use it to gather the pack before a hunt, to warn or locate one another, and to communicate long distances throughout our vast territory. I am still learning; the only sounds I am able to make are little dog-like yelps and it makes me giggle every time those funny noises come out. I know I will be able to howl someday, but until then I will just keep practicing. Arrrooooooo!

In a story that has been passed down through generations of pets, there once was a beautiful little fox-maid, called Ariilina. Ariilina lived beneath the sea in a great and wonderful crystal palace of rainbow hues, pieces of sunshine captured forever within its columns and walls, floors and doors that cast natural light into the silent depths of their navy world.

Ariilina was princess of the Fox-maids, who were famed for their beautiful songs of love and friendship, and she was destined to be Queen of the Seas in time. Now, although Ariilina was proud to be the daughter of the great and powerful King of the undersea, Tri-Pet, she had another dream. She longed to walk upon the jeweled shores of PnF, having heard stories of foxes who ran with four legs, their long, luxurious tails bouncing gaily behind them, foxes who jumped and frolicked and chased tumbling leaves through autumn evenings.

She had even seen one, some time ago, a handsome fox who had met her gaze with wide-eyed surprise before she disappeared beneath the ocean’s azure waters, her blue hair spiraling out like ribbons until she was gone from view. Little did she know the handsome fox, called Auric, thought of her sapphire gaze just as often as his bright amber eyes came to her own mind. Nor did she know he revisited the sea from time to time, in hopes of seeing her again.

But, as with any timeless tale of love, loss, and eventual triumph, there was a villain in this story, the haggard and jealous sea-witch, named Uglita. The sea-witch, who could transform herself into anything she desired, had once become the most beautiful fox-maid in all the seas to lure King Tri-Pet into her arms. It did not last. Tri-Pet saw past Uglita’s trickery, into her tar black heart and soul, and quickly abandoned her for the sweet and true fox-maid, Arrthea. Together, King Tri-Pet and Queen Arrthea reigned for many years, producing seven lovely fox-maid mer-kits, with Arrilina being the most beautiful and purest of heart, their chosen heir. The sea-witch Uglita reverted to her truest form and vowed revenge on the much-adored royal family.

Uglita, using her devoted eel spies, Plopsham and Hissham, tricked the little fox-maid into trading her future crown for four legs to run with and a life with her true love, but only after she is promised by Uglita that her family, and all those who lived in the sea, would live free and happy. Leaving a note of goodbye behind for her father, King Tri-Pet, Ariilina left the ocean waters and found the handsome fox with the amber eyes. Soon after, they were in love and planning their wedding. Ariilina loved her four legs and felt happier than ever before exploring the PnF world.

But, Ariilina’s happiness was short-lived. The oceans began to rage and rumble and Ariilina soon realized she had betrayed the love of her father and her people. Uglita had swept King Tri-Pet into a watery cell and vowed to keep him there forever, taking over as Queen of the Seas. All that had once shone with the light of sunshine became dark and dreary. The song of the fox-maids was silenced.

With a broken heart, Ariilina left her handsome fox, Auric, and returned to the seas to fight Uglita and regain her father’s Kingdom. All the sea creatures, having heard Ariilina’s apologies, stood beside her, fighting for family and friendship. Arrilina fought with courage, accepting her fate, whatever may come. After many weeks of endless battles, Uglita was banished forever down into the blackest depths of the deepest cave.

For her bravery and her willingness to leave true love behind to save her father and their people, the King allowed Ariilina to return to her new four-legged shape, to live out her life with her Auric, asking only that she return once a year to visit. Legend says that they lived happily ever after and that the song of the fox-maids can still be heard in the rolling ocean storms that toss and turn the seas.

Ah, the fleurpet, a most interesting find nestled deep in the universe on a double-sun planet affectionately named Zinnia. We weren’t sure (at first!) if a fleurpet was a flower or a pet, but we’re pretty sure it’s the cutest find this side of the universe! Fleurpets grow in clusters and are rather chatty little things, always eager to greet the light of morning and throw their petals and leaf-dressed arms wide open. To best care for your fleurpet, we recommend at least two of the same, with lots of cheery sunshine and the occasional nourishing rain.

Could this be a Halloween costume … or … no, it couldn’t be … it’s not possible. [Beep. Beep. Beep. This is a message from the PnF Emergency Broadcast System. Please be advised there is something in the water. Do Not Drink The Water! This is not a test. Beep. Beep. Beep.] Oh, no! It’s too late. Run. Run for your life! They’re coming from the water! They’re infecting everyone. You’re next!

Hellllooo! Everypet! Give me just one moment! I am putting the finishing touches on! Getting ready for the big debut is t-e-d-i-o-u-s! OK, here we go! slow blink What do you think? slow blink Do you think I was born with these fabulous lashes or is it Pet-bellene? Just kidding! I was born with them! A camel has to keep that pesky sand out! Speaking of sand, take a look at the newest fashion in footwear, why, I am going to start the newest rage on the petwalk! Big and round, like dinner plates! whispers they’re custom made you know! These bad boys give me the surface to sand ratio to walk for hours across that Gobi desert I call home, (or anywhere I might want to roam). So climb up between my two humpy humps, oh oh oh, did you see they are in the shape of a B? Bactrian for ME, of course! Yes, yes, yes, climb up and away we’ll go!

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If a bird were a kite, or is it a kite a bird? Either way, it would be me, the streamer-tailed Lilac-Breasted Roller. I’m a beauty, I know; it is what it is. I dip and soar acrobatically over the open woods of the hottest lands in PnF, all while maintaining a brilliant shine on my feathers. It’s a gift, and sometimes how I pay the rent. Hey, birdhouses don’t come cheap. Okay, sure, my voice is unexpected, a little rough and ear-piercing, but when your chommie (that’s South African slang for friend, btw) is half a block a way, you need to be loud.

How do you stop a rhino from charging? Take away his power cord! Ha! Ha! Ha! I bet you thought I was going to say “Credit Card”. Well, that’s true too, I would be lost without my card, I do love to shop. But more than than I love to tell jokes. What’s as big as a rhino but weighs nothing? His shadow! All I need now is a gig at the Comedy Cellar in grand New York City! I can close my eyes and see my name in lights, and hear the thundering applause of my audiences! Oh, wait, that’ mom coming to scold me again for not taking out the garbage… But one more before I do my chores! What do you get if you cross an elephant with a rhino? Eliphino! Get it? LOL! Ok, here’s mom, time to go!

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!

I Proudly stand atop the mountain to monitor the weather in summer and spring. My tail is very sensitive to changes in the atmospheric pressure–I will alert you to the summer storm long before the first dark clouds begin to gather. Take heart and take cover if you see me headed your way.

Hi, hi! Do you want to play? Can we run? Did you bring a ball or a stick? Woof, woof, what is that over there? No, I am not a wolf. I know my face has wolf-like characteristics but I am a spitz breed of dog. What is a spitz? A type of dog that is usually found in northern climates with very thick fur and pointed ears and usually a curled tail. I love the cold and I just love to play and bark. I am strong and intelligent and I think we can be great friends if you like to play and can put up with my barking. I have a lot to say and I am interested in absolutely everything. Can we go for that run now?

I am a medium-sized tree squirrel with beautiful red fur and my fur colour helps me blend in with the pine trees that I favour. I make my home up in the trees, a bit of moss, a few leaves and I have a lovely nest. Do you see this amazing tail of mine? I spend a lot of time grooming it because it is very important to me. My tail helps me balance when I am jumping from branch to branch and it keeps me warm when I am sleeping. I eat mostly seeds and nuts. If you see some shredded bits of pine cone under a tree you can be pretty sure that I was sitting up there having my snack. I don’t mind if you want to leave out some hazelnuts and I can share them with my fellow red squirrels. I must scamper along now but I will see you soon.

I know, I know, you're supposed to stand for an ovation, but sitting here looking as cute as a button after my comedy set is all I can manage. Did you hear the loud guffaws? Giggles and chuckles? I think I may have really hit my stride!

After a long night of comedy clubs, a baby needs a nap! Telling jokes and making people laugh is a fun business, but oh my! The late nights are long and full of glam and glitter, but now *yawn* it's time to catch some zzzzz's.

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Grab your binoculars and watch closely at the ocean surface! Barely causing a ripple, you'll find this giant swimming under the surface, in a moment, popping up for a breath of air and a playful slap at the water, spraying anypet who's near by.

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

After a rather busy day doing all the things puffins do, it's time to settle in for the night and rest. This resting Atlantic Puffin invites you to snuggle up under its wing to be protected from any cool evening breezes. Besides being a shelter from the elements it also feels nice to nestle together. Come on in for a cuddle!

Shhhh! I have a secret! Just for you, come closer! *Whispers* Did you know that the best way to get extra treats is to simply bat your lashes, and cock your head ever so slightly? Watch me! It's magical! Oh, that treat was my favorite, worked beautifully! Your turn! It also works on getting me out of walks! Why, who wants to ruin perfectly groomed nails and fur? It's a diva life for me! I just plop down, simper a little and, just like that, I get picked up and carried! Although I must admit, the hoomans are not as excited about my fresh mowed grass obsession as me. I don't know why, they color their fur all the time. Ugh. What's a little green among friends? But I suppose the upside is that I can get another spa day out of it. Now, I'm going to wiggle my swirly little tail and sashay over there to that patch of sun for a bit of a puppy nap. Be sure to follow me for more tips!

This beautiful winter doll was created during a winter storm. When the storm was over, she emerged with eyes the colour of the winter sky when the snow falls; and her cheeks are made rosy from the cold. She wears a dress of grey and white, reminders of the snow and shadows that play across the wintery landscape. Upon her head is a halo of ice crystals swirling around her golden hair.

Winter is the coldest time of year, but this doll's heart is overflowing with warmth to share with you.

Today is a glorious day. The sun is starting to peek above the horizon. It is time for my early morning run. I run for the exercise. I run because I love to run and feel the wind rush past my ears. I run because I need to check on all the fallen logs in the forest to see if anything tasty is hidden there. I run because I have an abundance of energy.
This afternoon, I will most likely be ready for a long nap. This is the way for bears. We go until we don’t. I would be pleased for you to join me in my early morning run.

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?

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

You have found a most unusual plant in the plant shop in PnF land. It appears exciting and has a face that looks as if it could almost speak to you. You turn away, unsure if this is the plant you want today. You hear a rustling, and then you hear a voice.

“Take me home, oh please take me home and give me tender care. I like a semi-sunny window, and you only have to feed me once a week. I won’t be any bother, and in return, I can give you hours of stimulating conversation and play board games with you.”

The plant did speak, of course, it did. This is PnF land, and anything is possible. You ask the plant some questions.

The plant produces a wide grin, waving leafy arms around, and says, “I eat whatever you are eating, bits of cheese, perhaps some leftover lasagna, or a nice bit of roast, and I get along well with others. Oh, please, won’t you take me home? This shop is boring, and I long to belong to a family.”

You think about the offer. It is a most unusual plant and would be a great friend—you hope, on days when you want to stay inside and read or play games.

What do you think? Do you have a place for this chatty plant?

You have found a most unusual plant in the plant shop in PnF land. It appears exciting and has a face that looks as if it could almost speak to you. You turn away, unsure if this is the plant you want today. You hear a rustling, and then you hear a voice.

“Take me home, oh please take me home and give me tender care. I like a semi-sunny window, and you only have to feed me once a week. I won’t be any bother, and in return, I can give you hours of stimulating conversation and play board games with you.”

The plant did speak, of course, it did. This is PnF land, and anything is possible. You ask the plant some questions.

The plant produces a wide grin, waving leafy arms around, and says, “I eat whatever you are eating, bits of cheese, perhaps some leftover lasagna, or a nice bit of roast, and I get along well with others. Oh, please, won’t you take me home? This shop is boring, and I long to belong to a family.”

You think about the offer. It is a most unusual plant and would be a great friend—you hope, on days when you want to stay inside and read or play games.

What do you think? Do you have a place for this chatty plant?

You have found a most unusual plant in the plant shop in PnF land. It appears exciting and has a face that looks as if it could almost speak to you. You turn away, unsure if this is the plant you want today. You hear a rustling, and then you hear a voice.

“Take me home, oh please take me home and give me tender care. I like a semi-sunny window, and you only have to feed me once a week. I won’t be any bother, and in return, I can give you hours of stimulating conversation and play board games with you.”

The plant did speak, of course, it did. This is PnF land, and anything is possible. You ask the plant some questions.

The plant produces a wide grin, waving leafy arms around, and says, “I eat whatever you are eating, bits of cheese, perhaps some leftover lasagna, or a nice bit of roast, and I get along well with others. Oh, please, won’t you take me home? This shop is boring, and I long to belong to a family.”

You think about the offer. It is a most unusual plant and would be a great friend—you hope, on days when you want to stay inside and read or play games.

What do you think? Do you have a place for this chatty plant?

Hello again. Now that we know each other better, how about we play a game? I am great at football, or perhaps you would like to play volleyball? I promise not to land on you and squash you in a tackle, and I won’t lob the ball hard if we play over a net. I don’t know how many more nice days we will get this fall, and then it will be time for winter sports, though I am a bit wobbly on skates. What do you say?

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

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

Spring is in the air
With pretty colours everywhere!
So now's the Rainbow’s turn to shine
With many colours, so divine!
Admire my beauty as you do,
Because, in time, I'll come to you.
Please be patient, please be kind;
All players shall I try to find!

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!

Could this be a Halloween costume … or … no, it couldn’t be … it’s not possible. [Beep. Beep. Beep. This is a message from the PnF Emergency Broadcast System. Please be advised there is something in the water. Do Not Drink The Water! This is not a test. Beep. Beep. Beep.] Oh, no! It’s too late. Run. Run for your life! They’re coming from the water! They’re infecting everyone. You’re next!

Hellllooo! Everypet! Give me just one moment! I am putting the finishing touches on! Getting ready for the big debut is t-e-d-i-o-u-s! OK, here we go! slow blink What do you think? slow blink Do you think I was born with these fabulous lashes or is it Pet-bellene? Just kidding! I was born with them! A camel has to keep that pesky sand out! Speaking of sand, take a look at the newest fashion in footwear, why, I am going to start the newest rage on the petwalk! Big and round, like dinner plates! whispers they’re custom made you know! These bad boys give me the surface to sand ratio to walk for hours across that Gobi desert I call home, (or anywhere I might want to roam). So climb up between my two humpy humps, oh oh oh, did you see they are in the shape of a B? Bactrian for ME, of course! Yes, yes, yes, climb up and away we’ll go!