The Heusens

We received a message from our fetus. A scroll wrapped in a piece of lanugo washed ashore in a bottle. It read:

Week 18, inside the womb. Supplies are drastically running low. Desperately, I tried tugging on what looks like the inside of a belly button. I heard some commotion outside which sounded like a woman's yelping. I waited for further sign of communication, but all was naught. I tried doing somersaults to get some attention, but I got tangled in this infernal cord. Curse this cord, my arch nemesis! I don't know how much more of this I can stand! Soon, I will try kicking my way out. If anyone receives this message, please send a rescue crew at once! My last candle is dying out, and I shall write no more.

Signed,
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