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...
Aww, that reminds me of being a kid and having a tree with cats. So much fun.. No tinsel though!
ReplyDeleteSo cute, kitties love to hang out under the tree.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!
AWWWWWWW!!!! She's cute! And looks like she's having fun under that tree!
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of getting stuff, I'm stopping by to let you know I got you something. A little virtual gift of sorts. I hope you like it!
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Hoppy Holidays, Frog Queen!