One day, Snuggle Bunny was rummaging through her grandfather Crotchety Bunny’s attic. Just for something to do, you know? Mostly, it was full of old newspapers and musty trunks full of unfashionable fashions, and about fifty croquet sets. But, in one dark corner, behind a curtain, under a sheet, and buried under fifty years worth of newsprint, was an INTERESTING BOX. On the side of the box it said, “Magical Donut Machine.” There were pictures, too. Pictures of donuts. All kinds of donuts. Glazed, frosted, old fashioned, with sprinkles, and without. Snuggle Bunny decided that this was a good find, and took it downstairs. Crotchety Bunny was sleeping in his comfy chair by the fire, so Snuggle Bunny decided not to disturb him. Instead, she took the box home and up to her room. Luckily, since her mom and dad were at work, there were no unnecessary explanations to be made. Bunny put the box on the floor in the middle of the room. She opened the box and took out the donut machine. It was silver, and looked brand new. On the front, it had two lighted buttons, marked “Go” and “Stop”. It also had a knob, with a pointer, and three settings: “Small”, “Medium”, and “Larger”. Snuggle Bunny decided to start with the “Small” setting. She pushed the “Go” button, and the machine began to hum. A donut began to be extruded from the nozzle. It looked like it was inflating like a balloon, actually. In a moment, the machine dropped a perfect miniature donut on the rack at the bottom of the machine. Chocolate. The next one came out with sprinkles. The third one, maple. Snuggle Bunny pressed the “Stop” button, and the machine went quiet. She ate one of the miniature donuts, thought for a moment. Then she switched the knob to “Medium” and pressed “Go”. Now, the donuts came out normal sized. First, an old fashioned. Then, a maple bar. Bunny pressed “Stop”. The machine stopped. Snuggle Bunny ate another miniature donut and wondered to herself: “Why does it say Larger? It should say ‘Large’.” Obviously, it would all become clear through use of the machine, so Snuggle Bunny switched the knob to “Larger” and pressed “Go”. This time, the lights behind the “Go” and “Stop” buttons went dark. Otherwise, the machine worked just like before. A donut immediately began forming, and eventually another miniature donut dropped to the rack. “Why is it miniature?”, thought Bunny. But the question was soon answered, because the next donut was “Larger” and came out normal sized. The one after that was an apple fritter the size of an apple pie. Snuggle Bunny pressed the “Stop” button. Nothing happened. Another donut was already being made. It was the size of a trash can lid. The next one, the size of Snuggle Bunny’s bed. Snuggle Bunny struggled over the giant donut and tried pressing the “Stop” button again, with no effect. Then she thought, “Maybe I can just unplug the machine?” But, there was no cord. The machine just came on by itself. The next donut forced Snuggle Bunny to flee the room. She went downstairs. She could still hear the machine working up in her room, and the house was beginning to creak. Snuggle Bunny went outside. As she stood on the sidewalk, her father and mother drove into the driveway. Her mother asked, “What are you doing home, Bunny?” Her father asked, “Why aren’t you at your grandfather’s house?” Just then, there was a horrendous crash and crunch, bang and smash from the house. Bunny’s parents turned to look, and saw the roof lifting off the house, carried by a giant donut. Then, the whole house collapsed. Bunny’s parents turned back to look at Bunny. “What have you done?” “You’ve destroyed our house.” “I was making donuts with a machine I found, and it got out of hand,” was all Bunny could offer in reply. She held up the last miniature donut. Her father took it from her, looked at it, and put it in his mouth. His mouth began to curve into a smile. Then he said, “As long as we have all these amazing donuts, why don’t you girls invite the neighbors over for a donut party and I’ll call my insurance agent.”
The End.
-MLJ
PS->I don’t know who grabbed the wand, so Thank You, Mysterious Stranger.
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