 
"Crulla!"  Crullo  cried  out!
(actually,  he didn't  but  if
donuts  could  talk, he  would
have).  
    
He hugged her the best  way  a
donut  could and realized that
the witch  must  have  dropped
Crulla.  They had better leave
before the evil hag  got back,
so out they went, back  to the
bakery  --  donuts  aren't too
bright, you  know  --  to live
happily ever after.
    

Do  you    believe  that  will
happen?  Do you honestly think
that no one will  buy them and
eat them, or even worse, drown
them  in stale coffee or throw
them  in  the trash after they
have been  rolling  around  on
the floor?  .  .  .  .  

You do not!


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 *THEY WILL BE HAPPY FOREVER*