Jezzabelle had finished brushing the top and was almost halfway through brushing the bottom. She had found some serious ares that were in need of flossing and it had taken her a good bit of time to remove at least two stains on two different teeth.

Her arm hurt and all she could think was that if she ever wanted to get in a good work out then this would be a good way. She opened the mouth of the plant a bit wider in attempt to reach the teeth in the back. Brush. Brush. Brush. Brush.

Finally she reached the last tooth and once it was nice and clean she placed down the brush. "Time to floss," she said to herself and the plant.