You try and hold on but your fingers are slipping. You grip with all your might and... fall. You fall down and hi the dogs tongue, you try and find a hand hold but you slip down to the back of the throat too fast. You are being covered in slobber and it smells fowl in the dogs mouth. You slip into the esophagus and are slowly pushed down the throat to your doom.
If someone had been watching they would've seen a large lump work its way down Cliffords neck as he swallowed his owner. The dog then moved on, another small one taken care of.
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