Rushing at whole speed, 2 silhouettes begin to take form as they get closer. They are 2 ostriches?...No, they're terror birds!! Amy had shot from afar two birds while swinging on the vines. Back then, I couldn't identify them because of the distance and speed at which they had been vanished by an unknown sea creature. They were still bleeding from the wound. Wow, was I lucky? I'm trapped with 2 mythical birds standing in front of me, and they are bigger than they seemed at the swamp!

The birds scream at me, I sprint away, but I'm soon surrounded in the confined stomach of this creature. They are too close to throw a grenade at them. I have a gun with 3 bullets; 2 for them and 1 for me to commit suicide in case I miss a critical hit?...I pulled the hunter's knife and stood scared. One of them slowly and curiously leaned its beak towards me. As it opened its drooling beak, some green drops fell between us and unto its face; some of them landed on its eyes.

"Kroaaah!!! Kroaaaah!!!" - it raised it's head and screamed in agony.

It ran around in random directions. Me and his bird-friend looked at it in shock with our eyes wide opened. It hit the stomach walls with its head and scratched against them. Its friend looked at me, I looked at it. Although we both didn't speak the same language, we connected at that moment and displayed, "dude, WTF?!", on our faces.

Its buddy pecked the stomach viciously while screaming. An ulcer began to build up like a bubble on the spot where it tried to dig an exit. The bird, pecked the bubble and it popped, releasing a strong gas on its face and splashing more, bigger, green drops on its body. The bird's feathers began to fall, it's skin was melting, and we could see its bones becoming exposed. 

With its last breath it walked towards us and cried. It's growl became soft and softer as it disintegrated right before our eyes (no pun intended).

Me and the other bird approached to see its remains closer. Bare bones and stew! Its friend looked at me raised its beak in a vigorous manner,
"Kroaaah!!! Kroaaaah!!!" - It goes straight to my head, I close my eyes…Nothing happened.

I open my eyes, the bird is still in front of me; it howls in grief looking at its friend. I look at it and its friend, I imagine myself melting to bare bones and my family receiving what remains of me in sorrow... Around the stomach walls, more ulcer-bubbles multiplied and built up. The bubbles, once completely filled, detached themselves from the stomach and begun floating towards us.

The bird looked at me, our eyes crossed sight. I opened my arms, it extended its wings and walked towards me. We both embraced each other, tears slid from its cheeks, and I wiped them with a tissue. Were we destined to be digested by this beast's gastric acids?... Then, I recalled the image of the first bubble popping.

"Ulcers!"- I grabbed the bird by its neck and shook it in excitement. The bird opened its mouth, let its tongue out, and rolled its eyes to me like, "bruh! You're killing me!". I released its neck and it took a deep breath.

"Listen!" - I looked at his eyes with fierce determination - "Come with me, if you want to live".

The bird looked at me with respect and nodded. I grabbed the axe-shaped beak of its decayed friend, removed some flesh still hanging to it, and jumped on the bird. I held tight to its feathers. I stretched feathers on his left shoulder, nothing happened; stretched the ones on his right shoulder, no response.

"Ok, some of us learn our lesson after a good beating" - I said as I pulled out feather after feather from its left shoulder furiously. It shrieked, took a step to the left, turned it's beak towards me, and prepared to chop my head off.

"Wait!" - I yelled at it and stopped pulling feathers. I imposed its friend's skull between us as a friendly reminder of our situation, it closed its beak, and looked at me. 

I repeated the process on feathers on its right shoulder. This time it started spinning to his right and tried to shake me off like a mechanical bull. I stopped, patted the shoulder I had stripped out of feathers, and it stopped spinning - "Good boy".