Sophia asked why. A lot. When she was a child

Sophia asked why. A lot. When she was a child her parents put it off as a charming phase she was going through and tried their best to answer her questions with more questions, but

they would have never guess how cruel the world was. That she would die. They would have stopped her in an instance if they knew that that was all they would remember her for. I

full of muscle and my blood. I noticed that I could see my muscles and tendons as well. My body has somehow turned itself inside out. I was worried about getting an infection,

yes, but even more concerned that now everyone could actually see my cellulite. There was no hiding my flaws now that I was inside out. My stomach churned. People gawked.

A high school anatomy class hired me. I orbited students like Io, poking my adipose tissue and other insides-turned-outsides. Now that I was pretty on the inside, I adopted a strut

worthy of a supermodel, though of course the sociobehavioral meta-dynamics of the interactions surrounding media popularity were dubious at best. I sighed. I was overqualified to

force feed geese but the demand for foie gras was undeniable. I put a goose between my legs, a funnel in its gob & shovelled in corn. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a goose

gang of fed up fowl angrily waddling toward us. I took another gander. They were honking to the tune of "We're Not Gonna Take It." I dropped the funnel and gave up the goose.

I'd spent at least four minutes making bird puns. Now these pitch-perfect partridges of prey were really gonna get my goat... wait, that doesn't make any sen-- oh God not the face!