Taking Pentasa was like swallowing smurfs. They each are about 3 apples high. Only instead of swallowing a useful smurf like Hefty or Handy, who would set about shoring up the wall of my colon with either their brawn or hammers, I always ended up with Lazy or Grumpy. Or a combination of the two. They would just get down there in the pink confines of what could only be described as the rotting coffin of my colon and take fitful naps complaining the whole time.

I hope the mouse juice is (or will) work out for you.