The scruffy young girl had a greasy shirt a few sizes too big, and a pair of coveralls with one straps button missing, the strap hanging loose. Her blue/black hair was tied behind her back with a dirty piece of twine and her reddish/hazel and yellow fur was stained. Her eyes, an intelligent liquid-brown, concentrated on the task at hand. A birthmark sat below her left eye, giving her an air of distinction, despite her grubby appearance.
She finished the job swiftly, leaving neither mar nor spot on the portly badgers shoe. He smiled, leaned down and patted her head before dropping two American dollars in her hand. Her eyes went wide upon receiving it.
Pardon me, sir. This job is only two cent