Titmouse sat in front of her dressing mirror staring at her feet. "They are so tiny. Such terribly, terribly tiny, feet. I will never be able to accomplish anything significant -- nothing even adequate -- with such frighteningly worthless, tiny, tiny, clawed, scaly feet."
Dustbunny, sitting behind her on the bed blurted out, "I've always liked your feet. The size of your feet. I like the way they feel too."
"Ughhh. That is so disgusting," replied Titmouse quickly hiding her feet under her chair, "How can you even say that?" She began to cry silently.
Dustbunny went out to make Titmouse a sandwich.