Amelia is horrified. She is trapped in the big dragon's belly, which is wet with what has to be stomach acid. So far there is not even a tingle from the stomach acid, but that is sure to change, and get worse and worse until ... She is indeed horrified, and with good reason.
But not panicked.
Born the only girl in a family of roisterous and daring brothers, her choices had pretty much been to be the little glass princess, pampered and highly protected from the least danger, but not allowed off the shelf, or be a tomboy, willing to try any fool stunt her insane brothers might think was fun, which usually meant dangerous. For reasons she can no longer recall [& currently thinks quite inadequate], she became the tomboy. This had produced her loud insistence that she could so do anything the boys could do, and plenty of situations where failure was... not an option. If she had not learned long ago to look for every way to get out of disasters, she wouldn't have survived, ... to be in this disaster.
But how is she to get out of this one? All she has are her hands and ... that stick she picked up. She had been eaten too fast to even have a chance to drop it.
So what good is it going to do? Stab the big dragon a bit and make it regret digesting her? Enough wounds and it might even die from infection or something. That would be a victory, but a distinctly costly one for her. She would be digested before it died.
But what if she stabbed it in the heart? ... It would die quick, and she might be able to struggle her way back up that throat to freedom. ... Lots of ways the idea could fail. Too many to list in fact, but it might work. And one chance in a million is the best she has anyway.
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