The Battle: Donuts
Oh, those doubted were the best anyone base ever eaten!
Conquering those creatively constucted mounds of dough was
Quite the pleasure. I ate more than one person could eat in one day. Let me
Tell you about those bear claws.
As I sat down and eyed the beasts, an angry hunger washed over my senses. One
By one, I sunk my food annihilators into those calorie distributors. The beautiful sensations
That my taste buds sent to my sensory cortex was almost indescribable.
When I thought the battle was over, four glazed doubted and three cinnamon twists entered my line of vision.
By one to refuse a challenge, I demolished those donuts in record time. Then, as I thought my heart was content,
I was presented with the Nutella Delight. It was my biggest challenge yet.
As I strategized on which side to attack, the chocolate monster seemed to triple in size. I knew it would only be a matter
Of moments before one of us got the upper hand. I could not allow that donut to mock me any longer. It's smug
Look vanished as soon as it saw my intent. The donut shrank as if it were begging for mercy. I gave not mercy that day.
I ate that Nutella Delight in two bites. Best decision of my life.
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