BlackSheep sat in the chair scowling at the stylist, who was making an attempt to dye her wool green. "But I don't like green!!" she protested. "Cobra, you're a party pooper!" she shouted across the room. Cobra was picking out makeup. "D'you think this one, or that one?" she asked, holding up two tubes. "Neither. Wot is that thingy?" she pointed to a slithering shadow. "It's-it's-a hippo!" the stylist said, trying to get Black to stop squirming. "A hippo? yAy!" she leaped out of the chair just as the stylist was trying to color her wool, making a mess on the seat. (Which was probably leather.)

Black bounded outside, making the bell clang.



(post by BlackSheep*)