The Shape
By Michael Griffin and Tom Harris

    When the police arrived at the cemetery, they noticed a large, very irregular, and slightly warped shape. They presumed that it was dead, since they found it in the graveyard. After examining it, they took turns talking to the shape, to ascertain whether it would reply to questioning. Since their interrogation was lengthy, the shape got bigger. The police shuddered with delight, and craved additional donuts, so they sent out one of their men to purchase donuts at 7-11. One hour later he returned,
     "Where is the shape? It was there, and now it's not! Are you trying to make the cemetery empty?"
     Nobody spoke. They looked hungrilly at the empty grave, and said to Officer Bob, "Where's the donuts? We crave sugar! Give us them, or not one of your tires will remain intact. We'll deflate them for your insubordination!"
     Sheepishly, Officer Bob handed the empty box of donuts to Sergeant Gumby, who proceeded to shoot Officer Bob. Everyone cheered! Sergeant Gumby and his faithful entourage started to search the body for donuts. They found none. They were very distraught, and they began to search each crypt and grave, but the donuts were nowhere to be found! Sergeant Gumby howled at the moon because he needed to find his share. The shape was back!!!!  Everybody gasped!
     The shape had donuts hanging from his irregularly-shaped form. Sergeant Gumby said "Give me my donuts, or I'll shoot your tires! You horrid thing!"
     The shape exploded and killed everyone. It was hungry. It ate the donuts.

                                                                       The End

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