Before I got hooked up with Krispy Randy and Krispy Mark, my two mighty fine partners in Glazing Saddles here in Texas where we operate eight Krispy Kreme doughnut stores strategically located in Laredo, Austin, San Marcos, San Antonio, and El Paso, I was head of marketing, off and on for 10 years, for corporate Krispy Kreme located in Winston-Salem, NC. I say “off and on” for an interesting reason that might show up as a blog some day in the future.
By the late 1990′s as Krispy Kreme’s national awareness was really taking off, the marketing department began receiving unusual things in the mail every day of the week. Things like pictures of a wedding day couple standing beside their Krispy Kreme wedding cake. Hundreds of requests to “build a Krispy Kreme store across the street from my house’” were popular items. Occasionally a napkin, or a piece of our dozen box or someone’s KK hat would arrive with a request for an autograph! Also, lots of stories about Krispy Kreme adventures people had had, mostly about how good our doughnuts are, and “My grandmother ate them when she was a little girl and she says they still taste the same today.” Things like that.
Last week I was rummaging through some of my old KK corporate files and came across a story we received from a young teenager. He had attached a letter to his story and said he was proud of his original story and could we publish it if we thought it was good enough. I don’t have the boy’s letter or his name. He signed the letter but not the story and somewhere the letter got away. I remember responding to him and thanking him but was sorry that we had no place to publish it at the time. You’ll recall that back in the 90′s communication vehicles were still a bit horse and buggy. Over the years I have felt a tinge of regret at times when I think of how the young writer must have felt at being rejected. I know how I have felt in similar circumstances and it’s not pleasant.
So, at last his story will be published. Probably not where he had hoped it would be, in a blog with a small following (but loyal Krispy Kreme fans, at least!), but still it will be in print. I hope he sees it and responds with his name. If nothing else, I think you might enjoy it and maybe be inspired to write a Krispy Kreme story of your own. If you do, send it to jwillard@glazingsaddles.com and she will see that it finds its way into our social media and then out to the world.
Here’s the story -
There’s Nothing Better Than A Krispy Kreme Doughnut
This is a true story about a young boy who attempts to rescue his family from a hungry bear in a mountainous forest. The family has been trapped in their remote vacation cabin for a day and a night, boarded up inside as the bear has ripped open their car to get at food and has sat himself down on the small front porch, making this place his new home. They have no guns or phones and no way out as long as the bear resides on their front steps.
It is still dark out and the mother, father, and sister have gone off into a restless sleep. The son, who is 12 years old, is awake and his mind is racing. He knows that bears love sweets. He also knows that the only food left in the cabin is a dozen Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnuts. He hatches a plan, grabs the dozen Krispy Kremes and silently tiptoes away from his sleeping family. He knows that if they wake up his father and mother will kill his dangerous idea. The cabin has no backdoor so he slips down into a small root cellar and gets out the back way by removing two loose foundation stones and squeezes through with his one dozen Krispy Kremes going out first.
Meanwhile the hungry bear is still sleeping on the front porch next to several broken honey and jam jars he has cleaned out. The bear hears the boy, looks around, sniffs the wind that is luckily blowing toward the boy, lowers his shaggy head and falls back to sleep. The boy makes quiet, fast work of his scheme to drop pieces of Krispy Kreme glazed doughnuts on the ground in a snake-like trail along the hill leading away from the cabin. He uses eleven doughnuts and when he is through, he is over a mile away and the morning sun is beginning to turn the sky slightly pink in the east. Now he must really hurry because he knows that his dad is probably already up and has missed him. He also knows that the bear will soon be up, hungrier than ever and might even start trying to break the door down again like he did yesterday causing his father to nail it shut.
Now the boy has to do the most dangerous thing: put the final doughnut into close proximity to the bear so that the bear smells it, eats it, and then hopefully picks up the scent of the next piece and then begin to follow the trail far from the cabin. He knows the plan can work because once a human eats a Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut he immediately wants another, then for sure the bear will feel the same way and start following the trail laid out for him.
To give himself some strength the boy eats half the final doughnut and dreams of going to Krispy Kreme with his family when the Hot Light is on. Nearly falling to sleep he nods and awakens and climbs a tree. From up high in the tree he can see the front of the cabin where the bear is sitting up sniffing the morning air. It is much later than the twelve year old wants it to be and daylight has begun filling in the corners where the darkness was.
Suddenly he hears his father calling his name from inside the cabin and the bear gets up and begins scratching at the door. The boy loses his balance, teeters and falls, making a loud crashing noise that immediately gets the bear’s attention. As our bait-setter falls from the tree his boot catches in a limb leaving him hanging upside down causing the last bit of his Krispy Kreme bait to slip from his shirt pocket and fall to the ground out of view of the bear who is by now leaving the porch and heading for the commotion in the tree.
The bear circles the tree looking up at the suspended child. The bear puts one paw on the tree to begin a climb but then pauses, sniffs and looks down at the little Krispy Kreme doughnut piece lying on the ground next to his hind foot. He scoops up the doughnut on a claw tip and eats it hungrily. He then pauses for what seems like an eternity to the boy who dangles there looking down at his enemy. Will the bear notice doughnut piece number two resting on a rock just 30 feet away? With tension causing the inverted boy’s heart to beat harder than at any time in his life, a light morning breeze whips up from the valley below and with it carries the smell of the next tasty Krispy Kreme bite. The bear lumbers away, looks back up at the boy, and deciding a Krispy Kreme would really taste better than a boy, turns to find that rock with the next sweet treat waiting for him. He eats it and picks up the aroma of the next one and moves down the hill toward the river below, far away from the cabin.
The boy can’t afford to shout, but he has to get to his family before the bear comes back. He unlaces his boot, slides his foot out and drops to the ground. He lands on his back in a nest of pine needles. His breath is knocked out but he struggles to his feet and runs to the cabin and tells his family through the door to hurry and get out while the bear is gone.
His father tears open the door, grabs his son and the family runs around behind the cabin past their destroyed car with flattened tires. They run like the wind with fear giving them speed. When they come to a paved roadway, a couple on their way home from church, and on their way to Krispy Kreme, stops and gives them a ride to safety in the back of their pickup truck. Just as they cross the bridge at the bottom of the hill the boy stares in shock…there just a few yards away sits the bear eating the last piece of Krispy Kreme…the boy swears that the bear is smiling. The happy bear slowly gets up and turns back toward the cabin then lumbers up the hill into the forest. The boy and his family hug and laugh. Everyone is safe. Krispy Kreme has beaten the bear and saved the day.
It’s 1 o’clock on Sunday afternoon when the pickup truck, with four people in the back, pulls into the Krispy Kreme store. Customers in the store look out the window and wonder why those people are riding in the back of that truck. “Maybe just a fun little Sunday afternoon joy ride,” someone says. “Probably so,” says a lady. This just goes to show you that you don’t always know the truth about everything you see. But at least you now know the truth about the power of the Krispy Kreme doughnut.
The End.









