The tiny mammal squealed loudly as the predator's large tongue rolled around him, forcing his frail body to brush against the sharp edges of the predator's razor-like teeth. He rolled to the side just barely in time, desperately flailing as he tried to avoid the cutting edge...but a glancing blow caught his arm, causing a long, thin cut that stung sharply as the predator's saliva began to seep into it. Crying out, he reached for the cut as the world began to tilt and he felt himself sliding backwards uncontrollably, inching ever closer to the back of the monster's throat and the entrance its belly, spelling out the likelihood of him being swallowed whole, and perhaps his doom...