"I tried that too, it just made a smaller hole," Arthur says, a little gloomily. He tries to beckon over a jam donut instead. It rolls along the table and stops in front of him. "Hey, look, I did it! Sort of. It didn't fly, but maybe I need a different magic word. What do you think? Do you want one too?"
He sees another donut. He beckons it. Gently. It shuffles towards him, trying not to spill it's crown of cream.
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Date: 2012-05-02 12:04 am (UTC)He sees another donut. He beckons it. Gently. It shuffles towards him, trying not to spill it's crown of cream.