My donut was gone. My beautiful chocolate donut was melting away in my dog's stomach. Well isn't that great. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! I crumpled myself into a little ball on the hardwood floor. All I could do was dream about the perfect donut, melting in my mouth instead of my dog's.
I was dead inside. Nothing good could happen to me now. Everything was dark and sad and horrible. At least I thought it was. My mom had just walked into the kitchen with a handful of grocery bags. More vegetables I guess. "I bought donuts, sweety!" What? Really? DONUTS!" My life wasn't over after all! I slowly got, prepared for the worst (a.k.a gluten free, raisin bran donuts). But I saw what seemed to be the most beautiful thing ever. A dozen chocolate frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles.
Authors note:
That was the legit ending to this one so I hope you enjoyed this "instant classic" prepare for more stories! See you soon.
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Chocolate with Sprinkles
HumorEveryone has their favorite donut, right? So here is an in-depth description of what it feels like to see and experience mine!
