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...
Thanks for the first laugh I've had all day :0)
ReplyDeleteHa! That's great. I bet cutting that ghost shape took a lot of work!
ReplyDeleteThe incredible edible egg. Or is that the breakfast of haunt champions? Either way I love it!
ReplyDeleteBreakfast should always be that fun :)
ReplyDeletePerfect to cure a hangover. And with the ghost it looks more delicious!
ReplyDeleteHad those eggs . . . expired?
ReplyDeleteDebra - that is brilliant :D
ReplyDeleteCheers!
HA!
ReplyDeleteAwesome idea.
If only I liked sunny side up eggs- I'd eat them like this every day. Love it!
ReplyDeleteToo funny. I may have to try making my own.
ReplyDeleteI'll take my Ghost on Toast please! Have a great weekend!!! :o)
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