Donuthrius was truly an excellent cook.  His specialty was cooking baked goods.  He especially liked making rolls because of their simplicity.  One day, he had cooked the best tasting dozen of rolls he had ever cooked in his life.  Proud of his accomplishment, he held one of his rolls high in the air and shouted, "I am the greatest cook alive!" This, of course, made Poseidon very angry.  He angrily came up from the sea.

"How dare you think you could out-cook me!?" he bellowed.  "I, a god capable of the creation of horses, can create foods better than you mortals will ever experience!  Why, just this morning, I created a salmon!  And then I ate it!"

"I just think that I’m a really good cook!"

"That’s not what I heard," said Poseidon.  "Since you say you are better than I am, I will just have to do away with you so that there won’t be anyone better than me!" He held up his trident, and stabbed it at Donuthrius, but missed.  Instead, he poked a hole in the roll Donuthrius was holding.

"Ha ha, missed me!" said Donuthrius in a playful mood.  However, Poseidon was not playful.  He summoned Zeus to help kill Donuthrius.

"What was it that you did to make Poseidon call me?" Zeus asked.

"I said I was the best cook alive," said Donuthrius.

"No you aren't," argued Zeus.  "I just ate the best French fries that I fried in burning oil this morning.  Hmmm… I just got a great idea of how to punish you." Zeus conjured up a large pot.

"What are you planning to do to me?" asked Donuthrius, swallowing his fear.

"I’ll boil you in oil!" hollered Zeus.  He took the lid off the pot, revealing a pot of boiling oil.

"No, please don’t!  Please reconsider!" screamed Donuthrius as Zeus threw him and his roll into the pot.  While Donuthrius was dying, something remarkable happened to the roll in his hand.  It became deep-fried in the oil.  Zeus took this deep-fried roll with a hole and instantly ate it.

"This roll is the greatest thing I have ever eaten!" said Zeus.  "I will name this baked good after Donuthrius!  I will call it the donuthrey!"

"Oh, just call it a donut!" complained Poseidon.  He was tired of silly names.

"Okay!  I’ll call it a donut," said Zeus.  He thought the donut was so delicious, he turned Donuthrius into a donut as a symbol of his great cooking skill.  Then he ate him.