You were busy talking with your friends in class when suddenly the clacking of heels grew louder until the door slammed open. "EYES FRONT." A cold chill took everyone as nobody dared to make any noise.

The chubby bombshell timberwolf swayed her hips up to her desk and whacked a yardstick against her pawpads. "I am Ms. Luna and I will be your english instructor. You will address me as "Miss" or "Missus" Luna. Do I make myself crystal clear?" She scratches her name on the chalkboard with perfect penmanship.

"There will be no talking, no snickering, NO passing notes...YOU WILL PAY ATTENTION AND OPEN YOUR EARS..." She then growls with a hint of seduction while scanning the room. "However, I am not a monster. I allow one thing in my class many don't...food. You are free to eat and drink what you please in my class. NO GUM."

She turns to you and snaps her paw. "Roll call. You there. State your name..." She looks at you up and down while licking her chops as if she was undressing you with her eyes or adding thousands upon thousands of pounds.