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...
Did you notice both effigies are wearing dresses? It just goes to show women do not have commitment issues.
ReplyDeleteOh my! The brides must be true devotees of the macabre.
ReplyDeleteIs that a dress? I thought it was a kilt. Very clever though. I hope my daughter wants a spooky wedding.
ReplyDeleteThe shock of this cake would have killed both our mothers. Hmmmm...
ReplyDeleteJust kidding.
That's not a dress, it's a kilt. Obviously a Scottish wedding/hanging. That cake is inspired!
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