Donuts Are the Perfect Size, Hachi Croaked.

For eight weeks that went on, then one December night when it had been almost two hours since the last customer had come to the door. One came Mr. Prishelius once again. "'I'll take what's left of the donuts, please,' he said as usual. But there were only two left that night on the racks. Hachi had flipped his ATV during his fifteen minute break and rolled his ankle so there weren't as many donuts made as usual' You could have these two for free,' she offered, hopefully. 'But that's not enough holes,' he whimpered,. scanning the racks frantically as if more donuts were just going to materialize out