Feminine Octopus and Me

Do not upset Missy the octopus she is prissy someone said. She powders her slimy tentacles, and dyes her eye lashes red. I tiptoed around her, because I was afraid of her rumored bad mood. She was eating dainty sandwiches, an appropriate octopus food. Come closer she whispered, showing me her beautiful nails now. Tentacles were painted too. I liked everything about her now. We became fast friends even though she is pure femininity. If you know me at all, you know this route for me could never be.