Ella was ready to begin flossing her fanged geranium. She had her gloves, the floss, a good set of lungs in case she had to call for Bentley...Yup, she was good to go. Bending down a little so she had a good view of the teeth, all those teeth, she wriggled her nose in disgust. "Wow, you sure have a lot of stuff built up in there, Geranium. No worries, I'll have your pearly whites looking-erm-pearly white in no time!"

Ella began to wind the floss around her two index fingers, watching the geranium out of the corner of her eye. Yup, still sedated. FEW. When she was ready, she slowly moved the floss towards the teeth and gently, very gently, started to floss in between them. "There we go, not so bad, eh?" She wished the plant could respond or wink at her or something. Something to let her know she wasn't hurting it. When the dentist hurt her, he definitely knew it. She continued to floss and as she went along, noticed how very badly this plant's breath smelled. It was dis-gus-ting. Though that's what happens when one doesn't brush. She stopped momentarily to cup her hand over her own mouth and breathed out, sniffing her own breath. Nope, hers was okay. She must be doing a good job on her own brushing. Turning back to the plant, the second year continued to floss, whistling softly to herself.