Part C - Now Roll It Out and Cut It Into Coicles
"Okay. Okay, so you're a donut. Fine. And I'm driving you......where? And why?"
The donut went quiet again. Soon, I could hear gentle sobbing that led to a few sprinkles tinkling onto the floor mats of my convertible. Finally, he regained his composure. "You know what day this is, right?", he asked softly.
"March 1. So?"
"Nope. It's after midnight. So today is....come on, you can do it."
"Okay, March 2nd," I offered, trying to understand the significance.
"BINGO!

The big guy gets a donut! Yes, it's March 2nd. And what falls on the 2nd of every month?"
"Those are bongos, not bingo. And that's easy. The 2nd of every month is Donut Day. Over at
MobileRead 
", I said.
"DOUBLE BINGO!

Add the sprinkles for the big dummy!"
"Those are bongos! Don't you know the difference between....oh, never mind. And so? Donut Day at
MobileRead 
happens every month. But this is the first time I've had a hoomin-sized donut talking to me in my front seat. And cut it with the 'big dummy' stuff, okay? Or I'll swerve at the next curve and you'll wind up as a life preserver on one of those cows."
"It's because March 2nd is also February 30th. And in Donutland that's like a glazed double red velvet with jelly, sprinkles, chocolate, and extra nuts. Got it?"
"I got only the nuts. So, no. And why are your robbing a donut shop?
The donut......[Does he have a name? God, how I wish he had a name. It would be sooooo much easier to tell this story if he did. But, alas, if he had a name, I've forgotten it. Of course, I suppose I could make one up. But what name? What name? I wonder.]
Anyway, the donut proceeded to tell me a story about how...
[Ooops. Time for intermission. Wouldn't you just love to go out to the concession stand for a big Coke and a dozen donuts?! You would, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?]