Being eaten sucked. If you ever got back to normal, you'd apologize to every bite you'd eat. You'd avoided the spoon for a while, but it got you in the end. The mother's mouth opened, her eyes locked somewhere else, and you were sent into the stinky abyss.
Her tongue kept you in constant motion, flinging you and the cereal around. Just barely did you manage to avoid death by pearly whites by jamming yourself between two of her molars. From there you watched the rest of her meal, the white milk sloshing by and the brown cereal being ground up above you.
But as she got up, she found you. Her tongue came for you, smashing into you and trying to yank you out while you tried to stay put. The tongue won, and you went tumbling to the back of her throat.
You still had a bit of fight left, and as you fell you kicked and scratched for all you were worth. It seemed to work. Her lips part, the back of her mouth rumbles, and...
She coughed. It was loud. No, not loud. It was deafening. As a hurricane pushes from her throat, all you can hear is the ringing of your ears. It was like someone set off a grenade next to your eardrum.
You, and a bunch of spittle, whizzed out past her lips. She had a hand in front, but you slipped between the fingers into the open air. Clutching your head and trying not to cry, you go soaring back into the world.
Soaking with sticky saliva, you crash and stick to...
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