The Adventure of Choco, The Doughnut🔊

Once upon a time, in a charming old town nestled between towering mountains and a tranquil, crystal-clear lake, there lived a humble baker named John. He owned a small bakery that was known far and wide for its delectable pastries, selling the most delicious doughnuts anyone had ever tasted. You know the kind. They were fluffy, sweet, and often filled with the most decadent cream or jelly. But there was something truly unique about John's bakery. Every night, as the stars began to twinkle outside the bakery's frosty windows, a mysterious phenomenon would take place: the doughnuts would come alive.

Now, these weren't your typical living doughnuts. They were very much like you and me - with emotions, desires, and dreams of their own. Each donut was different, with the jelly-filled ones being sweet and kind, while the chocolate glazed were bold and adventurous.

One of the chocolate doughnuts, named Choco, was more adventurous than the rest. He dreamed of exploring the world beyond the bakery, yearned to see the mountains that reflected beautifully onto the lake during sunrise, experience the feel of snowy peaks, and the wind whispering through the tall trees.

One day, as the aroma of fresh doughnuts filled the bakery, Choco shared his dream with his friends, Creme and Sugar, a doughnut couple known for their cream-filled centres and sweet sugar coating.

“Why would you want to leave this comfy bakery for the wild?” asked Sugar, astonished. “Life here is warm and cozy.”

But Choco had already made up his mind. That night, once the last customer left and the bakery lights dimmed, he sprung into action. With a small pack of sugar for energy and a licorice whip for protection, he left his warm tray to start his adventure.

The moon was radiant, lighting up the town as Choco rolled towards the mountains. His journey was tough; the ground was hard and rough compared to his smooth glass counter. But it did not deter him. As the sun rose, he could see the mountains and the lakes. The sight enthralled Choco, but also posed a challenge. He'd melt if he traversed during daytime due to the heat.

Showing the wisdom of an explorer, he decided to rest during the day and travel at night. As days turned into nights, he crossed the town, rolling his way up the mountains. He faced many challenges — dogs (who thought he was a chew toy), rain (which made him soggy), and even narrow escapes from snack-hungry travellers.

Despite this, Choco took all this in a hop, skip, and roll. The wild was as fascinating as dangerous, he thought. The sights he saw, the freedom he felt, made it all worth it. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he reached the top. There, he sat overlooking the town, its twinkling lights like stars brought down to the ground.

Choco sat there in the moonlight, dusted in a little snow, looking at the bakery far, far away. He smiled thinking of Sugar and Creme, and how they would gasp hearing his adventures. He had fulfilled his dream and realised, how much he missed the bakery, his friends, and the warmth.

The next day, he was found by a little girl wandering around the mountains. Recognising the little doughnut from John's bakery, she carefully picked him up and took him home with her to the bakery.

John was amazed to discover his dusty, little doughnut lying on the display, no longer as shiny and delicious as it once was. He recognized Choco instantly and listened to the girl’s adventurous encounter as she explained where she found him. After she left, John looked at Choco thoughtfully before deciding to give him a place of honor atop a rack, under a sign that read: ‘Our Adventurous Chocolate Doughnut’.

From then, Choco lived in the bakery, enjoying the warmth, sharing his adventurous stories from the wild to the other doughnuts. However, now and then, he would roll outside, look at the mountains with a gleaming glance, and smile under the silver moonlight.