The 1600's Black Opression; The Doctor looked the young girl square in the eye. She had on a 1600's colonial dress, her coal black hair was tucked into a bonnet. Her wide green eyes stared back. He began, "Who's your mother?" "I have none." She responded quite tart. The doctor chuckled to himself, "Where do you live little girl?" "The Utonium Plantation." She said openly. The doctor again looked her in the eye, "So you have slaves." "No sir. Only friends whom we help with the chores." His face matched the color of the tunic he was wearing, a subtle maroon. He was fuming mad. "Playing with blacks are dangerous little girl." "Call me Buttercup. Not little girl." She Sneered. "And I don't see nothing dangerous 'bout it. You shouldn't oppress blacks like that! You're a RACIST! SIR YOU ARE NO DOCTOR, YOUR JUST A RACIST" "OUT! OUT! OUT! AWAY WITH YOU!" He screamed, his face turning a bright red. Buttercup laughed because she could she the blue and purple veins. His porky nose went out and in. His ear wiggled and Buttercup thought all of this was hilarious. "GET OUT!" She laughed all the way out the door. She whispered to the next girl on the bench to see the doctor. "*Giggle* make him mad,*Giggle*, It's funny."