Our neighbors across the street gave us their old Hungry Hungry Hippos game a couple weeks ago. Yesterday, John ate one of the small balls that come with the game. It was about the size of a small marble.
Today, it was returned to us.
I don’t know about the hippos, but I’m sure not that hungry anymore.
This may be the most artful description of such a gastrointestinal event that I have ever heard.