As you sprint away from the enormous pidgey, adrenaline pumping through your body, you make the mistake of looking behind you. Not only is the pidgey flying after you with it's beak wide open, but you fail to notice that you are running towards the edge of a two-foot ridge in the ground. Any normal human could easily jump down the ridge unharmed, but at your height the drop is about ten stories high. Of course, you only discover this when you run straight off of it, as you were still looking back at the pidgey. You close your eyes; there's no way you would survive hitting the floor.
However, when you land, the ground beneath you is soft and slimy. Your eyes snap open just in time to see the pidgey's beak click shut around you. 'I can't believe it,' you think to yourself. 'My life was just saved by a pidgey's tongue'. Then you realise that you actually aren't much better off, because the massive bird could swallow you at any time.
Suddenly, the ground arches beneath you so that you roll to the front of the beak. The oversized tongue begins to rub all over you, picking up your strange new flavour. It dawns on you that you can see everything around you; the beak seems to be backlit, even though there is no light getting in with you.
Without warning, a tidal wave of stinking saliva picks up your tiny body and hurls it out of the beak and straight into a tree trunk. As you slide free of the sticky spit, you notice that you are high up in the tree, the ground is dizzyingly far away. You land with a wet splat at the pidgey's huge clawed feet, on a thick branch. Your back is up against the tree trunk. You look up at the pidgey.
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