You begin walking up Bolt's body, stepping carefully so as not to wake him. Of course, being so small, you would have to jump up and down to stir him. You climb up onto his chest, and you feel the fleshy ground rise and fall beneath your feet, in tandem with his snores. Soon you reach his throat, his jaw extending far above you. You grab a fistful of fur and begin to climb your way up.
Bolt snorts a bit, and you pause. He stretches out his legs, extending far above you like mighty trees, then lightly grumbles as he goes back to sleep. After a few more steps, you finally reach the tip of Bolt's snout and peer over the edge and down into his mouth. His jaw was hanging open, and his tongue lolled out to the side, giving you a great view of his massive maw.
His primary canines were the size of your leg, and his tongue was like a long, sticky pink rug. Every time he snored, a rush of wind blew into your face, and you could smell his wet foul breath. Distant gurgles came from the back of his massive throat, where his stomach worked at digesting whatever food was in it.
You hang on to the edge, mesmerized for a long time. Then...
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