Happy National Donut Day from the Davis Graveyard
Harold the Gravedigger squinted through the pre-dawn mist. A low, guttural groan echoed through the Davis Graveyard, sending a shiver down his spine. Not the usual mournful sighs of the restless dead, no. This was a sound more…sugary. More…sprinkled. Harold gripped his shovel tighter. The rumors had begun a week ago – whispers of a giant, sentient donut rolling through the cemetery at night, leaving a trail of sticky frosting and disembodied sprinkles in its wake. Tonight, he'd finally catch the culprit red-handed (or, should he say, red-glazed?). As the groan grew louder, a monstrous shape lumbered out of the fog. It was a donut, alright, but colossal. Its glazed surface shimmered under the moonlight, studded with malevolent chocolate chips and a single, menacing gumball eye. A chorus of disembodied moans rose from the disturbed graves as the donut flattened several headstones with an indifferent squish. Harold, adrenaline coursing through him, charged. "Hey, sprinkle-brained...
Is that first plant on your roof? Yeah pumpkins and tomatoes! My garden has completely gone to shat, the only tool I can use in it right now is the weed-eater!
ReplyDeleteLOL looks a little like my garden. giggle
ReplyDeleteLooks good to me.
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Loving the skeleton being strangled by the vines...must try something similar here!
ReplyDeleteCaptain...that is the roof of the garden shed. It completely covers the roof every year. I cut it down in October and use it in the yard. Perfect plant if you ask me :)
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Cheers!
Carl = jealous, my garden = fake grass, I gave up on the yard and just demoed everything. Someday, when the sun actually sits on my yard for more than 5m a day, maybe I can have some flowers, froggies, and skeletons too =D
ReplyDeleteLove your garden pics! Is that sweet autumn clematis climbing up your shed? Heavenly scent! I moved mine this spring to the arbor by my pond where I also grow purple hyacinth bean. My eldest is going to be married beneath it next year.
ReplyDeleteLove the skelly entwined in vines : D
Josie