Powdered Donuts
One day Huckle went to the store. He decided to buy a donut. He especially wanted one with lots of white powder. He liked them the best because they made his face messy. He liked having white powder all over his face.
He picked the biggest, powderyest donut he could find and brought it to the cash register.
He asked, "How much will this cost?"
The cashier said, "$200."
"Yikes," said Huckle. "That's a lot for one donut. Oh well, if it costs that much it probably tastes really, really good."
The cashier laughed, "I was just kidding. It cost forty cents."
"Oh, then it probably tastes horrible," Huckle groaned.
"No, it doesn't," she laughed. "They are very good. Do you want to buy it?"
"I guess, but I am always going to wonder what the $200 donut would have tasted like."
Huckle bought the donut and started walking home. On his way, he began eating it. All the powder got all over his face. He looked like a ghost!
When he got home his mom yelled, "Help, I see a ghost!"
"I am not a ghost. I am just Huckle."
"But Huckle does not have a white face."
Just then Huckles dog, Comet, came and licked the poweder off of Huckle's face. He looked like himself again.
"Oh, look, you are Huckle," said his mom. "Good, come in and see the surprise I bought for you."
"What is it is?"
"A powdered donut!"
"Here we go again," Huckle laughed.
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