The Shmoo is a small lovable creature. It laid eggs, gave milk, and died of sheer extacy when looked at with hunger.

The shmoo loved to be eaten and could taste like any food you desire.

Shmoo hide, cut thin, made a fine leather. Even shmoo whiskers made excellent toothpicks.

The shmoo had the power to supply the whole world with all of its' wants and needs.

The shmoo reproduces asexually, and only requires air to stay alive.

now that is a breedable pet I could get behind!