The flossing seemed to be the hardest thing for the young lion. Jezzabelle pulled the string back and forth between each tooth and occasionally it would snag here or there. She would have to inspect each section to ensure that whatever was in between was gone.

The hardest part was not being able to know whether or not she was hurting the plant. She knew for fact that if she applied to much pressure while flossing she would irritate her gum line and that was the last thing she wanted to do to this precious plant.

She was almost done and the teeth were looking nice a pretty. She had found bits of this and some of that in between the teeth but they were shaping up to be really nice.

Floss. Floss. Floss. Floss.