The smaller pony watched, almost in slow motion, as he watched the grass barely pass by his teeth before being plunged into its dark throat. It was there where he saw his window of opportunity.
The minuscule pony jumped out from the little rock he was hiding behind and ran under the waiting maw of the giant, into a small section of grass that was still uneaten. He was too small for the giant to notice anything or that anything as small as he was even in the next mouthful of food to be scooped up into the awaiting gullet. Looking up, he saw the lips of a giant mouth part ways, stringing saliva across the opening and blasting him with warm, humid air.
his hair was violently blown back as small flecks of saliva hit his face. This is what he had been waiting for. The massive tongue began extending toward the small patch of grass he was in, drawing the cavern it came from closer… and closer…