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...
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ReplyDeleteAnd is rockin' that black fur coat!
ReplyDeleteyep, that's a good one!
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful animal right there! And yes, superstition is a funny thing.:)
ReplyDeleteTruth, I love it!
ReplyDeleteI was talking to someone from the humane society a week or two ago. They have so many black cats and people don't want to adopt them.
I love my black cat.
very true. having a cat that is almost entirely black it's fun when some comes over and is scared to pet her.
ReplyDeleteSpoil sport!
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