“What are you doing?” her mate asked her a little grumpily. He has been waiting for her to groom him for hours, and watching her walking around in a strange manner, now she was sniffing a flower, not eating it.
“I will join modelling…” she answered haughtily.
“Yes!” she said, “I was watching the television from that window… they are looking for hot new models, bold enough to shoot in skinsuit. I am a natural you see! They wont find anyone bolder than me.”