Coco the cookie was a wild thing. She had been seeking an adventure and decided she wanted to be eaten. Ooh child, not that way! She wanted to go through the journey of the digestion. She felt a thrill each time she was chewed on by the mouth. As she went down, she ended up seeing the first butt of her life. While being pooped out, she gave it spritz of her lovely stench she liked to call, Coco chanel perfume. "Plop" was the sound Coco heard as she oozed out of the bootiful booty. Coco was being flushed in the most romantic manner possible. The toilet, Mr. Bowel, spun her around making her feel so light on her stub. She went through his hole as she flew down the drain, but she cried out when doing so. Not because it felt good, but just as she had when she became disfigured during the chemical process in the body. She had cried earlier because she was losing her beloved Juan-Chipotle. Now, she lost a new man. Mr. Bowel had touched her as a poop solid like nothing ever before. She would miss that as she spent her life degrading as she floats through the putrid water, reminding her every second of her beloved Bowel.
