Pudding is a poet. A positively prancing poet whose paws are rarely connected to the ground. Pudding skips lightly over the surface of the earth as she makes up rhymes about the exciting things she sees and the other exciting things they remind her of. For example, you might hear as she hops past you, "I went to the park and saw lots of poodles. I can't wait to get home and eat lots of noodles!" Her dream is to someday recite a poem at a presidential inauguration, preferably for the first Bunny President.