Donut Saturdays: A Henry Boggs Funny Farm Adventure
On most farms, Saturday mornings mean hard work—fixing fences, mucking stalls, feeding animals. But on the Boggs Funny Farm, Saturdays mean something entirely different: donuts. Yes, you read that right. While some farmers fire up tractors, Henry Boggs fires up his appetite, and the animals are all in on the weekly tradition. Donut Saturdays aren’t just a treat—they’re a full-blown adventure.
It all started when Henry decided he deserved a little reward for making it through another week of chaotic farm chores. He picked up a dozen glazed donuts from the bakery in town, planning to enjoy them quietly on the porch with his coffee. But the animals had other ideas. Within minutes, the sweet smell drifted across the yard, and suddenly, it wasn’t just Henry having breakfast—it was a barnyard block party.
The first intruder? Henry the donkey. Loud, nosy, and absolutely convinced that every snack belongs to him, he trotted up to the porch braying like he’d been personally invited. He sniffed the pink box, gave Henry a look that said, Hand it over, pal, and before anyone could stop him, he grabbed an entire powdered donut. The result? A donkey with a powdered sugar mustache and an attitude of pure victory.
Not to be left out, the chickens swarmed next. Gertrude, the bossiest hen on the farm, flapped onto the railing and pecked at a jelly-filled donut. Red filling squirted out, landing right on Henry’s shirt. The other hens clucked in excitement, pecking crumbs as if it were a gourmet feast. Imagine a dozen chickens in a sugar frenzy, and you’ll understand why Saturday mornings on the farm sound like a laugh track.
The goats, of course, refused to miss the fun. One managed to knock the box off the table, spilling glazed donuts into the grass. Within seconds, goats were prancing around with sticky treats dangling from their mouths like trophies. One goat even tried to balance a donut on its horns, which turned into an impromptu comedy show worthy of a circus.
And then came the grand finale: Franklin the farm dog. Patiently waiting for the chaos to die down, he made his move when no one was watching. With a quick snatch, he claimed the final chocolate-covered donut, retreating to his corner like a bandit savoring his loot. Henry couldn’t even be mad—the dog looked too proud of his victory.
By the time the dust (and powdered sugar) settled, Henry had managed only half a donut and a very cold cup of coffee. But instead of frustration, he laughed until his sides hurt. Donut Saturdays had become less about the donuts and more about the joy, chaos, and laughter that came with them.
Now, it’s a tradition. Every Saturday, Henry brings home a fresh box, knowing full well he’ll barely get a bite. The animals gather like it’s a holiday, and the farm transforms into the funniest breakfast club you’ve ever seen. Donut Saturdays aren’t about feeding his sweet tooth—they’re about feeding his soul with laughter.
On the Boggs Funny Farm, even breakfast turns into an adventure. And if you ever stop by on a Saturday morning, don’t expect to get your own donut—you’ll be too busy laughing at the animals who always get there first.
