This one is new and is added between the Bron and Red Claw.

Dil was a Deinosuchus. Many years ago, she had sustained an injury to the head while hunting prey, which had greatly reduced her vision, causing her to rely upon Ichy to hunt. However, a few years back she had finally had enough of Ichy and swatted him away from her with her tail, never to see him again. She had been chased by a predator water dinosaur a few minutes later, and, during her flight from the hungry predator, had a hard collision with a rock, which had, for the most part, miraculously restored her lost vision. Since then, she had been able to hunt on her own without the need of a partner.

That evening she had hunted two teenage triceratops that had been wandering alone, away from their herd, in the twilight, no doubt making out without somewhere where the elders of their herd couldn't see them. While mostly satisfied with her dinner, she felt in the mood for some dessert.

Fievel, the mouse, meanwhile, had left the Great Valley and continued his trek toward the time machine. Up ahead, in the distance, he could see the place where he knew the time machine to be. However, it was getting dark and he wondered if it was safe to wander around at night. He couldn't see a predator coming in the dark, but, on the other hand, he'd had the bad luck to be swallowed before when resting for the night. He decided that his best bet was to make for the time machine. Once he got there, the only predators he'd have to worry about were cats in his own time. And he knew how to avoid them.

Up ahead, he saw a group of prehistoric rodents. As he drew closer, they saw him. "What are you supposed to be?" one of them asked. It was clear that none of them had ever seen clothing before. He knew that he must look odd to them. "Hi, I'm Fievel the mouse." he said.

Dil, meanwhile, observed the strange group. Only her eyes and the top of her head were above the water, but, though she could see them, they couldn't see her. She felt that these rodents would make the perfect dessert. She had eaten them before and liked their flavor. Like the prehistoric rodents, she had never seen the likes of Fievel before and his appearance baffled her for about a minute, after which, she decided the best way to decipher what Fievel was would be by sampling his flavor.

Dil was nearly upon them before they saw her. They attempted to flee but couldn't get far before she pinned them down with one of her legs. "You guys will make excellent dessert." she said. Unable to resist against the pressure of her leg, they could do nothing as she scooped them up into her mouth and, having put them in her mouth, snapped it shut.

The deinosuchus sloshed them around in her mouth, tasting their flavor. Then, she swallowed them with a powerful GULP. They were squeezed down her throat and soon entered her stomach. The stomach was already in the process of digestion, having gotten to work on the triceratopses that she'd eaten earlier.

As soon as they entered the stomach, the acid began to set to work at digesting them. "We need to get out of here." Fievel said.
"How? We're in the stomach of a Belly Dragger."
"Here." Fievel said, indicating the entrance to the small intestine.
"You'll never be able to open that by yourself." one of them said.
Fievel facepalmed. "We'll have to work together. We only have a few minutes before we're digested."

ERRRRRRRP! Dil belched, causing the stomach to contract. "Hurry, we now have about two minutes left of air!" Fievel cried. With great effort, they were able to pull open the entrance to the small intestine and get through in time before their air supply was exhausted.

"So, how do we get out of this creature now?" one of the rodents asked.
"You don't want to know." Fievel sighed. He fell asleep from exhaustion, being even more tired than the others from having been inside Bron earlier that day and digging out of the dinosaur poop after being excreted.

When he awoke, he felt pulling at his legs. "What are these things?" one of the rodents asked. "Don't know, but they sure are annoying." Fievel replied, referring to the villi. They have an uneventful trip through the rest of the small intestine.

A short distance into the large intestine, Fievel's companions noticed the atrocious smell of Dil's waste. "What's this brushing up against me?" "It smells awful in here!" "Why does it smell like crap in here?" "Was that a fart that went past me?" "I think we're in that thing's butt!" "Yes." Firevel replied in answer to them. "You mean we're gonna be pooped out?" "I'm afraid so." "Damn!" "At least we'll live." Fievel said. After traveling through the rest of the colon, they finally reached the rectum.

They had to wait hours in here, as it was only half full when they reached it. Finally, the chamber began to shift. Outside of Dil's body, the Deinosuchus squatted and lifted her tail out of the way of her cloaca. She grunted and soon began to feel waste coming out. She felt some hard and solid bits, no doubt the bones of the triceratopses and the mice that she'd eaten, come out her vent at one point. After emptying out her solid waste, she continued with her liquid waste, releasing a large stream of urine. Once done with that, she shook her behind, shaking loose any stray bits of waste that had clung to her cloaca. She then walked off.

Once they were sure that she was gone, Fievel and his friends climbed out of the pile. They were revolted by having been pooped out and then peed on but at least they were glad to see light and fresh air again. They all took a bath. Fievel had never been inside a gator before and hoped never to again. He would need to plan better in the future in hopes of avoiding predators in search of the time machine.

To Be Continued