Brush. Brush. Brush. Brush.

Jezzabelle held the black and oddly shaped tooth brush in her itty bitty little hand as she brushed back and forth on the top set of teeth. It was harder than she thought it would be but that was because it wasn't really all that easy to remove the left over remains of something like flesh. She shuddered a little when she thought about it but continued to brush away.

It was calming kind of thought, to brush the teeth of something other than herself. The smell of dirt settled around her and she couldn't be happier than in this moment. If anything it made her forget about all the things that had stressed her as of later. Actually, she was going to have to get some Fanged Geraniums for herself now.

Brush. Brush. Brush. Brush.

They looked like they were getting cleaner and eventually they would look all shiny new and pearly white...until the next meal which would surely ruin all her hard work. She moved from tooth to tooth though and began to hum to herself. So much fun!