A Day In The Life Of A Sausage
What a boring day I have had! I was sitting on a plate minding my own business when it all happened; I was all- served- up with my best friends’ Mash, Gravy and Baked Beans on my temporary home ( a large china white plate) shouting out loud, “Great, I’m going to die!” but that was not the sort of death I was expecting!
Suddenly, someone picked up my china, white home and took me to a large table where a really massively fat man was waiting, gulp- for little old me. What was going to happen?
Some seconds later, I definitely found out! I got it - a sharp knife and spiky four-legged prong thing came down towards me, delving deeply. Luckily, he went for Mash first, R.I.P Mash! However, quickly before I could move he came for seconds not Mash though me, cut into small pieces he chomped whilst he was doing in drool coming down his face-yuk!. He picked up a part of me; Timmy, the baked bean waved good bye shouting that he will see me later, hopefully. Gliding through the air I was thrown in to his gob (a large black hole of nothingness) in it there were some gnashing machines- also known as teeth-that started to bite and chew me! Wow, who knew what people were capable of! Before he could take a breath; I was already mushy and sloppy a tsunami of saliva hit me, it was disgusting! Minute bubbles popped in my ear. I heard a big noise (It was bad; I knew what was happening). I was
being ingested!
I shouldn’t confess but I will, I was grateful for the saliva as my new friend for my journey it made it a bit smoother all those turns and bouncing up and down-the oesophagus would have been pretty painful without its support.. Finally, after a while I arrived in the J – shaped bag called the stomach, I recognised a few familiar faces, quite difficult though when you’ve been ingested changes you quite a bit.
Taking a deep breath I waited for the next instalment, what could be next- BRING –IT-ON – IM- READY, I hope..