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I enjoy imitating the animal I 

hope to become, the cow. 

My favorite part of it is its 

elegant mouth. One day I 

wish to chew cud. But I’m 

stuck with other food, like 

hamburgers. Hamburgers are 

the ground up remains of cows! I 

resign myself to slicing the chunks 

into itty bitty little pieces.

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We are amylase. We are the 

piranhas of the mouth. We 

see starches and BAM!

We attack. Leaving only 

sugar. Ha ha. Ha. Ha.

Wave! Hey! We do the 

W-a-v-e 

all

the

way

down

the esophagus! That food 

is going down... to the 

stomach, that is! Bye, 

bye, now!

Rubber bands SNAP! 

But I don’t.

Nope, I just s-l-o-w-l-y 

expand when food 

comes in and s-l-o-w-l-y 

contract as food drains 

out. Sigh. I wish I were a 

rubber band.

Mixing is my spe-ci-a-li-ty. I’m a 

very good mixer. Churn, churn, 

churn. When I mix, I help aid 

digestion by integrating acids with 

the food I need to digest. I’m 

helping!

   “Look! There’s a big particle!”

   “I got it!”

Pepsin and HCL guard the stomach 

and break down large food 

particles. Bark! Bark!

 My name is Dedee the 

duodenum. I’m the first child of 

the Swanson-small family, and 

I ALWAYS get first pick of 

whatever I want. Some call me 

spoiled, but I would just call 

myself acidic. My favorite 

hobby, the only thing I do 

actually, is chemically break 

down semi-solid food into 

liquid. 

Our names are Ivy the ileum and Jill 

the jejunum. We are the other two 

members of the Swanson-small 

family, and we fight over everything, 

especially nutrients. We battle to 

separate as many nutrients as we can 

from the semi-solid food to be 

delivered into the bloodstream. On 

average, our Swanson-small family 

measures 20 feet long (each of our 

heights added together). 

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