I Don’t Get It

No one told me how I got here.

It's dark in here.

If I only had a flashlight.

But, I don't even know what a flashlight is.

I keep getting weird stuff pumped into me.

It tastes good though.

Need to stretch out,

but there isn't much room here.

I can hear voices.

Something about it being time.

Time for what?

Wait! Something is going on!

What is that?

Something is coming near me!!

It's grabbing my head

and my butt

(how do I know what they are called?)

This thing, whatever it is, is pulling me,

taking me out of this dark place.

I'm seeing light. Hurts my eyes.

Have to keep them closed.

OW!

This thing just slapped my butt,

and what is all this smelly, oily stuff?

It's all over me!

I need a bath, big time.

More talking.

"Isn't he beautiful, George."

"He sure is, Grace."

I'm beautiful? What does that mean?

"Let's call him George, after you."

Wow! I have a name!

Ah ... what's a name?