It backfired! It’s been a while since I’ve made a meal out of tiny men! They’re delicious, but they’re scarce nowadays. I’ve been collecting the few that I manage to find and putting them to the side, so I can finally get a decent meal and stuff myself with one of my favorite foods ever. I miss it: I miss the way they squirm going down my tight, pink throat. I miss the wet gulp. I miss the fullness… but above all, I miss the way they taste. The little men had come up with a plan while in captivity, however: to rebel, to squirm and to scream in unison, in order to create a bellyache in me so bad after being swallowed alive and whole, that would get me to throw them up—that was the only way they could survive! The bellyache was unlike any other. It was so bad, my tummy gurgling, what felt like electricity jolting through my stomach… What they didn’t expect was to come out from another pink, puckered up hole instead of my mouth!
