Doofah was Beipiaosaurus and, like the others, a lover of berries. Therefore, early in the morning, before Fievel had awoken, she and her friends Loofah and Foobie began to gorge themselves on berries. One of the bushes that she was gorging herself at was where Fievel lay asleep. Therefore, she had put him into her mouth, chewed on her food, and swallowed him before he could fully wake up. Luckily, her teeth weren't that sharp and it didn't kill him. Fievel was fully awake by the time he landed in the stomach.

"Not again!" Fievel moaned. More and more berries of various types entered the stomach, splattering the mouse. Fievel wondered if, by this point, with having to wash the poop off his clothes so many times, and another time of having to do so looming ahead of him, if his clothes would ever be normal again. He didn't think he would wear this pair anymore, that was for sure!

Like in Bron's stomach, eventually digestion began, but he wasn't hurt. And this time the contractions of the stomach weren't as severe, so he had more body room, though it was still rather cramped. He couldn't believe how much this creature was eating. She seemed to be eating once every two hours. She also drank a lot of water, which kept dousing Fievel. He spent about 30 hours in the stomach before finally being moved down into the small intestine, by which time the stomach was full of a lot of of food and water.

He, along with much food and water, was sucked down into the small intestine. In here, the food was slurped up by villi. Due to the large amount of food, Fievel travelled with a lot of food throughout the small intestine, its contents slowly being reduced as more and more was absorbed into the blood stream by the villi. Fievel, however, was left with the waste, which wasn't absorbed, and continued to be pushed further and further into the bowels of the dinosaur. Finally, he came to the colon.

In here, in addition to the putrid smell of dinosaur scat, he was also assaulted by a large number of farts, Doofah's kind being notorious for breaking wind. It was a miserably 10 hours in the colon. Finally, he reached the rectum.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. Soon he heard farting sounds, but it wasn't just the typical farting sounds he'd been hearing in the rectum for about 24 hours due to her plenteous gas, but a sign of eminent defecation. Soon, he was pushed out her anus and out her cloaca. Scat and urine continued to fall out of her open vent, splattering Fievel. Eventually, she finished, wiped herself, and left. Fievel got out of the pile of waste and washed himself off. He then climbed into a tree, hoping that maybe he wouldn't get eaten if he slept at night for a few hours and woke up before dawn. His plan, however, was flawed.

To Be Continued