Intestine Fairy

Speaking of gut spilling, mine did so this summer. My intestines punched through my abdominal wall and rested in a fist sized bubble, precariously restrained by skin and my favorite leather belt. I am highly doctorphobic, which caused me to prep for surgery mostly by organizing important papers and cleaning out my underwear drawer. This little dude heard my panic and flew out of my paintbrush the night before surgery. Not many people get to meet their intestine fairy, but he sensed my urgency, revealed himself, and promised to wake me up if the doctor forgot. Thank you Intestine Fairy, maybe I can someday repay the favor.