Pippin the panda was a connoisseur of bamboo. Not just any bamboo, mind you. He had very specific tastes. He liked his shoots young and tender, with a slightly sweet, grassy scent. Today, he was on a mission. He waddled through his favorite bamboo forest, his black and white fur catching dappled sunlight. His little round ears twitched, listening for the telltale creak of a perfect shoot bending in the breeze. His nose, a tiny black button, sniffed the air, searching for that sweet, grassy aroma. With Dream Machine AI