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...
Ha ha, a cat after your own heart!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you on that. There are certain places in my house I will not enter without full body armor.
ReplyDeleteI feel that cat's pain! ;o)
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha....when I saw this earlier today, I thought of you. It's your inner cat speaking hee hee. OH and by the by....saw this (hope the link works) on the weekend and thought of you.
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http://thestar.blogs.com/photodesk/2010/08/the-daily-beast-special-amazing-jumping-spiders-august-20-2010.html
LOVE that pic. Perfect!!
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