Another Micro Meal

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 “Hey there, little prey,” a voice says.
You groan, and open your eyes.  You were just dreaming that someone had eaten you.  But that had to be just a dream, now didn’t it?
“Not quite~.”
Your eyes fully open, and you realize you’re in the maw you saw before: one belonging to a crow.  You’re currently sitting against a gigantic, throbbing tongue, and can feel the flat surface of the bird’s beak underneath you.
“Looks like you’re starting to figure it out,” TastyAce says.  “You’re my meal of the day.  And quite a nice catch, too~!
“But, no offense, you’re not enough to fill me up,” the crow’s voice booms.  “So I’m gonna have a bit more food while you’re in there~.”
/While I’m /in/ here?!/ “No, please!” you cry out.  “Just spit me out, wait, don’t—”
But it’s too late.  The maw is starting to open, horribly slowly at that, and when you look outside you see a massive fork, with a huge piece of lettuce on the end of it, along with a crouton.  Seems TastyAce is eating a salad along with you.  This might not end well.
The fork enters the mouth like a spaceship gradually landing on a planet, and as it descends on the tongue the maw begins to close around it.  That’s when you snap into action, racing up the beak toward the steadily closing mouth, toward the light, toward freedom—!
And then you trip and fall on your face, sliding down the beak and back against the disgusting tongue.  Great.  Just great.
TastyAce chuckles around you and the bite of salad.  “Better hold on to something, little prey,” he says.  “This’ll get hectic—at least, for you.”
Before you can react, the fork is removed from his mouth, and for a moment, the lettuce and crouton rest on the bird’s tongue.  Then he begins to chew.
You’re thrown up and down as the tongue throws around the salad, and the beak moves up and down, crushing and breaking down the lettuce and hardened bread.  You feel like an astronaut with all the tossing and turning—gravity almost doesn’t exist anymore, with you being tossed in the air so many times as the predator chews.  You slam against the tongue as you exist in the air: once, twice, three times, you stop counting after the fourth.  When the wreckage finally settles, you land on top of the massive organ, which itself is covered in disgusting bits of bread and lettuce.  Some of the bigger bites tower over you, while the smaller ones are tiny enough for you to hold.  Not that you’d want to.
“Down the hatch!” TastyAce declares.
Oh no.
You barely have time to think before he gulps—and suddenly, you’re running on the tongue, resisting the pulling force of the throat as it threatens to take you.  Your legs quickly get tired as you race away from your doom, and you pray that you won’t trip again, not now, /please/!
And then, just like that, it’s over.  The crow finishes his swallow, and lets out a satisfied, “Ah~!”  You flop down on the gigantic tongue, thankful for the reprieve.
“Now for something to wash that down!”
Oh /shit/.
The maw quickly opens, and reveals a tall glass of water, held in TastyAce’s hand and slowly heading toward you.  You decide to grab your opportunity and run for it, dashing off the tongue and running to the light.  Come on, come on, you have to get out before the water comes and takes you—you’re almost there, yes, just a few more steps!
But then the crow tosses his head back, and gravity causes you to fall.  You slam against the tip of the tongue and hit your head on the sticky organ.  For a moment you are dazed—and when you open your eyes, the water is pouring in from above.
It starts slowly at first, a small avoidable puddle of liquid.  But it quickly increases in size, and all too soon it’s big enough to overtake you, and sweep you within it.  You gasp at the top of the pool, knowing full well you’re at the crow’s mercy—the pool is completely within TastyAce’s mouth, and you can’t escape this.
The crow throws his head back further and gargles the water: you’re tossed around everywhere as the pool bubbles, and you cover your ears from the booms of sound that it creates.  But you can’t get distracted by his games, you have to—
/Gulp!/
And then you’re pulled in by the throat, only this time, the water grabs your soaked form and forces you inside, sending you from the spacious mouth, to a tight, writhing tunnel that threatens to crush your form.  The throat steadily pushes you downward, bringing you to your doom inch by inch.
And suddenly you’re there.  The throat lets go of you and throws you into a gurgling stomach, which impatiently grinds you up with the salad TastyAce has eaten—there’s quite a lot down here.  You’re tossed back and forth, back and forth, until the digestion is complete, and another vortex pulls you inside the intestines.
As you enter the small intestine, you’re packed with the food, which is now liquidy chyme.  Being here is almost like the throat, except the walls around you move and shift as the journey goes on.  And this journey is much, much longer—with every step being a grueling one.  The intestines grind you about as you go, threatening to crush your bones—it’s almost a miracle you’re still alive.
You pass from the cecum into the large intestine after what feels like hours.  Your body is exhausted, and you feel like passing out.  The smells around you threaten to take you, and even worse, you know there’s no getting out of this.  At some point the digestive system will break you down, and make you completely food.
So you collapse, exhausted, against the ground-up salad, giving in.  Soon enough, you are only part of a meal.