The Holy Grail of Snacks

Crawling back inside from the dark garden was agony on my stubby legs, but the living room carpet welcomed me like an old friend. Then, right beside the sofa leg, I saw it—paradise! An empty red soda can lying on its side, and next to it, a crinkled brown paper pastry bag leaking a greasy, sugary circle onto the floor. I practically dove headfirst into that bag. My hands clamped onto a glorious, plump doughnut ring crusted in powdered sugar! With a grunt of pure joy, I propped my back against the chilled red metal can, took a massive bite of sweet fried dough, and let powdered sugar rain down all over my belly. Heaven is real, and it tastes like deep-fried bliss.