One day I was walking around the lodge to keep out of the rain, when there I was, right in the middle of the wonderful aroma of cake dough. I looked in the kitchen and there it was--a doughnut machine!

I looked at it, and in a strange voice it said “Hi”. It looked friendly, so I said, “Hello, who are you?”

"I’m George, your friendly doughnut machine"; he replied.

I started to look at him, and he looked like a friendly, nice, spoiled, greasy doughnut machine. Your typical everyday doughnut machine. Your typical everyday doughnut machine at that. It had big blue eyes, no nose and a large grill for a mouth.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked

“I want to see what you look like, of course,” I answered. “How were you born, anyway?”

“Well, a stork dropped me on the roof--I got too heavy,” he explained.

“Do you have any parents?”

“No, I was put together in a factory.”

We stared at each other for a minute. Then I asked in awe, “Do you enjoy your job?”

He sighed and answered, “I love it, all I do is sit around and sleep and when I’m not being used, it’s not too hard.”

“How old are you?”

"I’m 27 in doughnut machine life and about 3 in people life.”

We stared at each other for about a minute. Then I asked, “Do the kitchen staff take good care of you?”

He smiled and said, “Yes, very much --I love baths. I have a girl, too. Her name is Paula, and she is one of the kitchen girls. She’s nice.”

I asked if he’s ever had a breakdown.

“Yes,” George said, “but Paula came and took good care of me.” We both laughed for a little bit. Then I asked, “How do you make a doughnut?”

“Well, you make the batter and then put it in a bowl kind of thing. Then you pull the handle and the doughnut falls in and cooks.”

“Well, I have to go, “ I said. “Nice meeting you.”

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