Once upon a time, inside a mouth as grand as a cave, lived a molar named Milton.

Milton was proud of his job, grinding up food to make it ready for a journey down.

Every meal was an adventure. Crunchy apples, leafy greens, and sometimes sweet candies.

Milton worked together with his friends, the other teeth, to break every bite down.

Saliva joined in, making the food mushy, a wet lump called a bolus, ready for the next step.

Then it was time for deglutition. The tongue pushed the bolus to the throat attentively.

The throat muscles would take over, squeezing the bolus, guiding it carefully to the stomach.

This process happened over and over, meal after meal, keeping the body healthy and happy.

But Milton knew it wasn't just about the physical work—each bite could bring a smile or a memory.

One day, a new flavor arrived—something Milton had never tasted. It made the mouth water.

With excitement, Milton and his friends worked extra hard to savor and grind the new arrival.

After many chews, the food became a well-formed bolus, and off it went, swallowed down to the stomach.

Milton realized that every meal was not just about eating, but about savoring life's varied experiences.