Bonus segment 7:
A Piecemeal Exposition
SIT ON THE STOMACH
Hello dear readers!
I’ve gotta say, I’m so happy to be going on a full stomach now, even if it’s full of old fruit rinds, and only partially full to be honest. But still, at least my stomach isn’t grinding itself into knots anymore! It’s always helpful to stay positive in sour-stomached situations, which is why I like to think of myself as a stomach-half-full kind of person.
When I found those fruit peels I got so excited my hands were shaking from the fluttering of the butterflies in my stomach. Have you ever been so hungry you can barely think, let alone move anymore? It’s pretty rare for most people to go through a situation like that, and many wouldn’t have the stomach for it.
If you’ve ever had an empty stomach, you’ve likely heard it growling and rumbling, sounds that are called “borborygmi”. However, borborygmi don’t necessarily mean that you’re hungry or that you’re lacking energy and food. They simply indicate that the stomach is empty, which isn’t always a bad thing.
Borborygmi are caused by the inner walls of the stomach rubbing against each other, just as though you were rubbing the palms of your hands together. This is how the stomach helps digestion, by churning, grinding and mixing food with digestive enzymes and acids. You can now probably imagine why it’s so important to chew your food properly, so that the stomach can do its job without having to do the teeth’s as well!
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In my case, I was lucky enough to find food, even if it’s now sitting heavily on my stomach. It would’ve honestly been a massive punch to the stomach if my gamble hadn’t paid off. And now, I’ve gotta face the consequences.
An embittered goblin, pissed off that I ate his garbage, is waiting to see what I’ll do with a thing he treasures sitting on my tongue. And although he’d likely break my bones with a squeeze of his hands, I think I’m growing a bit of a soft spot for him. After all, he did feed me, kind of. And you know what they say, the quickest way to a woman’s heart is through her… (you guessed it) stomach!
I hope my eyes weren’t bigger than my stomach when I made the impulsive, split-second decision of dropping that thing onto my tongue. I haven’t even had time to process its taste yet! This thing might be disgusting, or poison, or who knows what, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do in the circumstances.
One way or the other, I’m gonna have to find a way to stomach whatever comes next. And, with the possibility of a third opponent being dropped into this bout, I’ll have to have a cast-iron stomach at that!
Just as long as I take one thing at a time, and doubt doesn’t worm its way into my mind, things will work out. Probably. Maybe.
Off the top of my head,
-me (your as-of-yet unnamed Heroine)