The Great Digestive Adventure of Mr. Cookie Crumble

Esopha-what-now?

Every Friday, I publish a bizarre story of illogical worlds.

Mr. Cookie Crumble — This image was generated by the Author using an AI-based image creation program.

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There was a cookie named Mr. Cookie Crumble. As fate (or some other completely random force) would have it, the very second Mr. Crumble was cracked open, his life became… interesting.

“Whoa!” shouted Mr. Crumble as he awoke in a world of taste buds. “I’m not just a delectable treat, I’m alive! Somehow!”

A giant taste bud, named Tina, leaned over with an arched eyebrow (don’t ask how). “Well, hello there. You’re new.”

“I… think so?” Mr. Crumble replied. “One moment I’m chilling in a cookie jar and the next, here I am, amidst you… bulbous thingies.”

Tina shrugged, or at least tried to. “Makes about as much sense as anything else around here. You’re on the tongue. Next stop? Esophagus.”

“Esopha-whaaaat-nooooooowwwww?”

But before he could process that, the ground heaved. As the world of mastication trembled around him, a cheerful chunk of apple named Alan joined him. “First time being chewed? It’s a hoot, isn’t it?”