Mary Ann Mayer Squid We dissected one in school, and it squirted ink all over the room when I squeezed it. It had black eyes that popped out. I peeled off a shell that grows around it like a basket and it broke into pieces. Narragansett Indians used the sharp pieces to write and cut things with. I wanted to dip a piece in squid blood, and write things all over my body. The last thing I did was pull out the stomach. I couldn't believe it had a stomach. It was as long as my knee socks. It had a heart too, but it was just a heart.

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