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...
Run, little gnome, run!
ReplyDeleteBoy, they look scary! Like they are a mix of gnomes and Critters.
ReplyDeleteHe's not armed! He's not gonna make it!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I don't think that watering can is going to do him much good!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
ah ha ha ha ha! hmmm, the neighbor just put out some garden gnomes ... ;)
ReplyDeleteCan Gnomes form a Coven? I think this is a Gnome Coven. Doesn't look good for the dude in the middle!
ReplyDeleteI freakin' HATE gnomes. Their eyes freak me out. Garden gnomes should be banned!
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