"Crulla!" Crullo cried --
actually, he didn't, but, if
donuts could talk, he would
have. He huggen her the best
way a donut could and real-
ized that the witch must have
dropped her. They had better
leave before she got back, so
out they went, back to the
bakery -- donuts aren't too
bright, you know -- to live
happily ever after. Do you be-
lieve that will happen there?
do you honestly think that no-
one will buy them, or even
worse, throw tham in the trash
after they've been rolling
around on the floor? . . . .
You do not!

    Press a key, you fink! 
