Muffy spiffed up her braid. It was picture day; she thought it would be essential to look nice. Any second now, she thought, Francine will be out, and it will be my turn. I can't wait!
Indeed, she was correct. Francine came running out. However, it was not how she expectede she would come out, disinterested but content, instead crying, her face in her hands.
"What's wrong, Francine?" The monkey inquired. Francine stopped sobbing and looked up. Barely able to talk, "T-the... the c-c-cameraman..."
"Huh? What about the cameraman?"
"He... told me..." Francine sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes, "A... a d-dirty whore k-kike..."
"He what!?" Muffy was shocked.
"He said that... that I was so ugly and stupid that no one would ever love me..." Francine blushed. She was not used to being so emotional, but what the photographer had said had really hit home.
"NEXT! C'mon, they ain't paying me enough to wait all day!" Muffy and Francine turned their heads towards the shoot-area.
"Hmph. I'll show that nigger a thing or two." Muffy grinned.
Francine stopped crying, a sudden surge if confidence filling her mind. "Go get that son of a bitch!"
Muffy held her head high, moving with grace and dignity towards the photo-area. Inside, in front of a camera, was a hostile looking wolf. "Sit ya ass down, bitch. I ain't got all day!"
"Hey, you!" Muffy was loud, but the wolf ignored her. "Hey, you!", still, he just clicked a couple buttons on his device, pretending she wasn't there. "HEY, YOU MINIMUM WAGE PAID, HEROIN SHOOTING, DIVORCED, ALCOHOLIC, POT SMOKING FAGGOT!"