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...
I love how the cat tail perfectly frames the skull in the window sill.
ReplyDeleteHal takes crap offa no one.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty tuxedo kitteh!
ReplyDeleteMy kittehs like to make sure my props can take heavy duty use by dumping them from my table to the floor.
Your cat is too cute. The cat makes the skull cute.
ReplyDeleteI think most cats are, in fact, constantly mocking someone....
ReplyDeleteLooks like Hal have decided for his next target: the Dewalt drill.
ReplyDeleteOh. My. God. That cat is the EXACT copy of our cat Sox! I hope he doesn't hunt as much as Sox. I came home from work the other day with a dead rabbit at the back door and Sox sitting there waiting for me to be all excited about it.
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