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...
Dang.... I wish I saw this 15 years ago. But the wife wouldn't of been happy. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL ~ Now that's a wedding cake topper of a different sort!
ReplyDeleteHope this note finds U well!
CK >:-)
Someone obviously knows how to enjoy their special event! And apparently they both have the same delightful sense of humor, which will carry them through a lot in their lives.
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine what some of their guests thought! lol (but good for them that they went with what THEY wanted, not what is traditionally expected.
I wonder if the cake was Red Velvet?
ReplyDeleteFact!
ReplyDeleteI would have totally used that cake at my wedding....
ReplyDeleteYum, William....red velvet is my favorite!!! I knew I like you for a reason!!
ReplyDeleteCheers!