The Donuts family bought a dozen donuts.They smelled delicious. (that's how donuts smell like)and were all covered in bright chocolate and rainbow sprinkles.
They brought the box home through the crimson red door to the burnt brown kitchen table.They pulled off their shoes and jackets,putting them in place while walked to the living room.
The donuts inches off the table onto the wobbly wooden stool.As they slide off and struggle onto the vase they hear faint footsteps.
I LIKE DONUTS!
I LIKE FOOD!
They jolted down to the splintered wood floor as they sprint to the stool to leap and struggle onto the round table.Getting to a good position and freezing as silent as stone.
The footsteps are thundering now. (that's how it sounds like to a box of donuts)The creature picks up the box and carries it to them to a room now full of spiders as black as midnight."DONUTS!" he yelled as people rush to the box.
People grasp the desserts and took bites but threw them in the trash.(poor donuts)If you can't already tell the donuts taste horrible but that's not a thing then I wouldn't be alive actually I would but I would say ice cream instead,but the lesson is to never eat a donut that tastes like rotten garlic.