My teeth are fingers. The top row feels the new food. Feel before eating.

This food feels yummy. I grab the food with my nails. Oh, it’s a soft peach.

The fruit flesh is cold. This delicious peach tastes great. Peach skin under nails.

Keep working, fingers! Jaw unhinged, my teeth tinker. Mutilate the fruit.

This peach is juicy. Juices flick, flow down my throat. I gurgle and laugh.

I love these fingers. My tongue cleans beneath the nails. My teeth are so strong.

Where is there more food? The wanting fingers tickle! They’re hungry for more!

Ahh, here is some food! What is this new wriggling food? Let me feel, taste it.

It’s a wiggly rat! I shall tilt my head back now. The chewing begins.

This rat is so warm. I feel the bones and heartbeat. The fur peels away.

Down the hatch it goes! I throat the fur and skin down. My food squeals in pain.

That’s a shame, small rat. You are now my plump meat meal. The fingers resume.

Squishing and ripping. Feel the squelches of hot blood! A nutritious snack!

The tongue helps a lot. It twists and positions food. Then it slurps it all.

Smash the rat, fingers. Against my bottom teeth, splat. So sharp and useful.

Eagerly swallowed. Another scrumptious meal gulped. Tummy satisfied.

Let’s clean up, shall we? I lick my teeth fingers clean. There’s a pretty smile!