What Furry Am I?

You are the number #1 beach bunny! No one can surf, swim, or bamboozle sea creatures of all shapes and sizes better than you. You are friendly and relaxed. Your only flaw is that you have an unhealthy relationship with pina coladas.

With an anteater mother and a wolverine father, you are one interesting hybrid. You love ants, of course, but also meat, berries, eggs, and whatever else you can get your hands on. You have a terrible temper, but no one can fault your breakdancing.

You were not born into royalty, but for some reason you think you are a queen. You are a zebra-striped, fancy hat-wearing wombat who rides around in a horse-drawn carriage eating old-fashioned things like crumpets, whey, and porridge.

School is in session when you enter the room. You are a genius toad professor from Sweden who knows everything there is to know about chopsticks. . . not that that comes in handy very often. One would mistake you for a human if it weren't for your green skin and habit of eating flies.

You are a black skin with orange freckles who likes nothing more than to frolic in meadows. You are obsessed with your hair and you eat too many pot pies. You are normal as can be except your face is an staticky television screen.

You have the face of a fox, but a human body due to a genetic mutation. You are proud of your uniqueness and you set it off even more by wearing goth style clothing with white sundresses. You stutter, but it doesn't stop you from talking incessantly. . . about aboulomania and other psychological disorders.