You decide to look back and see what you heard flapping towards you. It doesn't take but a second to realize that a seagull (now gigantic and intimidating to you) has spotted your tiny form and has every intention on gulping you down. It flutters over to you, then quickly captures you in its beak, keeping you there almost teasingly, only further intrigued by the struggles of its catch. Only seconds later does it begin quickly gulping you down, barely giving you the time to say good-bye to the outside world. You hear the clicking of the beak as you slide down its gullet and into a sac one could only describe as the holding place for its food.
From a book you read once as a small child, you remember that this was called the crop. Birds crush and grind their food here before passing it along to the true stomach, which begins to break down the food. The intestine send it the rest of the way.
Remembering this, you cower in fear and attempt to knock yourself out before such a painful process would begin. A couple of hard blows to the head finalizes this, and as the seabird begins to process you, you assure yourself that by knocking yourself out, you only delay what would become...
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