
General Information:
Name:Pippin<3Pippin says:
Huh?I heard my name?
Nicknames?:
-Pip
-pipperson
-Pippy
-...pipsqueak.....
-PARTYSAURAUS REX!!!!<3Pippin says:
Yep....I LOVE THE LAST ONE!!-giggled-and the others are cool to!Cough,Cough execpt the second to last Cough!
Age:
6 years of agePippin says:
Yeah!!!!!!iz six years old!!-whispered-I am six right?
Gender?:
Pip is a Girl!Pippin says:
-cough,cough- no comment?
Reasoning for deciding these choices:
Most of these choices wernt mine but I do LOVE the name!
Is very cute!i chose the nicknames that were related to his original name,and the last one,well I thought it was cute!I chose him to be six beacuse that seems to be his age!!

Other!:
Poem:
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Story:
"HEY!HEY YOU!!Im Pippin,what's you name?i like that name!!
Wanna hear a story??okay!!-he squealed with delight sparkling in his eyes-"we'll I was raised by my mommy and daddy they were nice!so were do I start?gesh!ok I know!when I was a weeee baby I was let go exploring dangerous places with my best freind kipp and skipp!the pups!there so fun!i lied to mamma and papa saying I was going to the park well I did but that got OLDD!!!!ok?i mean d.e.a.d!not cool so we went other places....and we got lost somehow and in the middle of NOWERE!LITTERALY!!!and we came upon a little farm house with a nice farm dog named Rico!hes our pal to!his owner, Furries , wanted to raise us which she did till our mamma and papa found
Us........but Furries is talking to my aprents now as a matter of fact I. Keeping me!!
((Sorry I REALLY restricted on this trying to save you alittle
)
Art:(by me!)
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Story:
"HEY!HEY YOU!!Im Pippin,what's you name?i like that name!!
Wanna hear a story??okay!!-he squealed with delight sparkling in his eyes-"we'll I was raised by my mommy and daddy they were nice!so were do I start?gesh!ok I know!when I was a weeee baby I was let go exploring dangerous places with my best freind kipp and skipp!the pups!there so fun!i lied to mamma and papa saying I was going to the park well I did but that got OLDD!!!!ok?i mean d.e.a.d!not cool so we went other places....and we got lost somehow and in the middle of NOWERE!LITTERALY!!!and we came upon a little farm house with a nice farm dog named Rico!hes our pal to!his owner, Furries , wanted to raise us which she did till our mamma and papa found
Us........but Furries is talking to my aprents now as a matter of fact I. Keeping me!!
((Sorry I REALLY restricted on this trying to save you alittle

Art:(by me!)
Little deeper?:
Likes:
-waffles
-wolves and HORSES
-drawing
-LOUIS TOMLIONSON!!!!!
Dislikes:
-Louis haters DX
-spiders!!
-bad singers that think there better than everyone else!!
-PREPPY PEOPLE!!!
Birthday:
Nov,6,2006
Hobbies:
-playing
-playing flute and piccolo
-pressing random keys on the piano!
-baking!
Favorite and theme song:
Live while we're young-one direction
Favorite person:
Louis Tomlinson
Fave.toy-
Plumby her stuffed waffle!!given to her by her mother!! When she was a baby.[/quote]
Accessories;

(bandana!)

why I want him;
Oh MY FRENCH TOAST STICKS!!!i will cry of joy(no lie I truly will cry...)it's always been a MAJOR dream of mine to own a cute furry dragon!!im pouring my heart and soul into this fourm and I hope I win!
Personality:
Will you take care of this bean? What will you do with her?:
'I, Furriesforever, swear to take care of this bean with the best of my abilities.'
-waffles
-wolves and HORSES
-drawing
-LOUIS TOMLIONSON!!!!!
Dislikes:
-Louis haters DX
-spiders!!
-bad singers that think there better than everyone else!!
-PREPPY PEOPLE!!!
Birthday:
Nov,6,2006
Hobbies:
-playing
-playing flute and piccolo
-pressing random keys on the piano!
-baking!
Favorite and theme song:
Live while we're young-one direction
Favorite person:
Louis Tomlinson
Fave.toy-
Plumby her stuffed waffle!!given to her by her mother!! When she was a baby.[/quote]
Accessories;



why I want him;
Oh MY FRENCH TOAST STICKS!!!i will cry of joy(no lie I truly will cry...)it's always been a MAJOR dream of mine to own a cute furry dragon!!im pouring my heart and soul into this fourm and I hope I win!
Personality:
Will you take care of this bean? What will you do with her?:
'I, Furriesforever, swear to take care of this bean with the best of my abilities.'