"Where are we?"  Sammi asked.
    "I don't know,"  Rosie replied.
    "It's dark in here," Sammi declared.
    "And it stinks too!"  Rosie exclaimed.
    "Are we dead?" Sammi questioned.
    "I don't think so..." Rosie stated.
    "Then where the heck are we, Rosie?"  Sammi pleaded.
    "Here,"  Rosie said, reaching into the crinkle sack that she had
managed to hold onto in the chaos of being devoured by the alligator.  "I
think that Maxie put one of Dad's lighters in the sack."
    "Really?" Sammi said.  "What are you gonna do with that?"
    "Shed some light on our predicament," Rosie answered, and flicked the
switch on the lighter, thereby illuminating their surroundings, to reveal a
small, cramped, ovular chamber, with a tube running out of one side and
another on the opposite end.
    "Uh-oh," Rosie remarked.  "I think we're in the gator's stomach!"
 
    (to be continued...)
[Posted in FML issue 1673]