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...
Hee Hee! That is the cutest picture! I love it! My Nanny (grandmother) collects frogs too! I am starting to pick up a few here and there for myself! She's rubbed off on me!
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Cute.
ReplyDeletesome things are just meant to be... :)
ReplyDeleteperfect pic!! very cute! i love frogs! i collect pigs :) have a wonderful evening!
ReplyDeleteAwwwww! They're in luuuuuuv!
ReplyDeleteWha--? When are frogs and robots NOT Hallowe'en related? Awesome.
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