"Really?!" You ask with a sense of hope in your voice.
"Sure!...After you take a small trip through my intestines!" You sense the stomach contracting as the owl laughs.
"You can't do this!" You yell as acid quickly pours into the stomach of the owl. You feel a strong burning sensation then numbing as you slowly phase in and out of consciousness. The last thing you remember is peering down the giant yawning chasm of the small intestine leading deeper inside the owl. Your liquefied remains, mixed with hay and bits of grass, slosh through the intestines and after a few hours your warm remains end up in the owl's ass. She farts a few times, sending out bits of your digested remains along with it through her thick feathery semi-puckered hole, then she finally shits the rest of her "special" manure next to a giant oak. The fragmented whites of your bones speckling her hot manure were the only thing left of your journey through this bird's stomach. She looks back at the giant mound she has just created and lets out a small whinny.
"That human was certainly delicious, and was such an easy digest!" She thinks to herself.
She will have to find another human sometime soon..
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