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...
Perfect!
ReplyDeleteYou mean I have to put my wine glass down?
ReplyDeleteCool coasters though! :0)
There ya go again - tempting this poor Ghoulie Girl with fabulous goodies. Nice find!
ReplyDeleteLOL! You are right! No putting the wine glass down, actually why bother with the glass....drink it out of the bottle!
ReplyDeleteSo these can be bottle coasters!
Cheers!
Dare I say . . . the perfect Christmas present?
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