Finally deciding to eat him, she crept up behind the small boy and opened her beak wide to swallow him whole.

“Mr Fredricksen! I’ve found the s-” His words were cut off as the bird’s beak chomped down on his head. Russell’s face was instantly assaulted by Kevin’s tongue tasting and feeling his salty flesh. “Wait! Stop!” he spluttered inside the beak, but instead of spitting him out the jaws jerked forward once more. The snipe was eating him! As he wiped saliva from his eyes Russell tried to beg for his life, hoping the bird could understand English.


“Please don’t swallow me!” he shouted tearfully “I’m not food, I don’t even taste good.”

But Kevin had other ideas as she scoffed Russell’s shoulders down her greedy gullet. His taste was exquisite and his fat only added to his delicious flavour. She stood still for a moment to savour his flavour and to listen to the boy’s muffled screams; they made her feel so powerful.

The pause also gave Russell a chance to take in his surroundings. He could see was the throat pulsating greedily for his young flesh, the bird’s mouth smelt sweet but there was a certain underlying scent: Burning fruit.


An intense fear gripped Russell as he realised that this was his fate if he didn’t escape, to slowly be digested inside a predatory bird’s stomach. The boy started frantically kicking his tiny feet against the bird’s head in a desperate attempt to dislodge himself from the jaws.


Kevin quickly jumped back to her senses as the juicy boy’s feet hit her neck, she started shaking her jaws like a lion with a deer. Within moment’s Russell had become dizzy and ceased his kicking, allowing the bird to finish her dinner with one more jerk of her jaws.


Russell spilled into the stomach and instantly retched at the sweet smell, as he recovered the full gravity of the situation hit him. He was about to be slowly melted down in the stomach of a giant bird, but maybe there was still a chance. Russell started hitting the stomach walls in a vain attempt to make the bird spit him back out, but no matter how hard he kicked the bird wouldn’t respond.


The moist hotness of Kevin’s belly was starting to make Russell feel lightheaded, “There has to be a way out” he thought weakly before fainting.


Kevin meanwhile was having the time of her life; she had never felt so full and happy before. Even the struggles inside felt good, almost natural… She chirped once more and began the long trek back to her nest while her stomach bubbled happily.


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As the next morning began Kevin woke up, the protests inside her stomach had completely stopped now and all that remained of Russell was an extra bit of fat on the bird’s stomach. She suddenly felt something caught in her throat and belched, out flew a torn and half-digested scout’s uniform.

Kevin examined the uniform for a while and decided she had no interest in it; she only cared about the meat inside. As she thought a bit more something clicked in the back of her mind, the whole forest around her was full of tiny creatures.

Tiny, tasty creatures…