On an unusually starry night in the quiet village of Bumblenook, Desmond, an affable and impossibly curious donkey, had an epiphany - he wanted to explore the cosmos. Now, Desmond was not your average donkey; he had a unique flair for inventiveness and a slightly unorthodox taste in vehicles. He spent endless nights piecing together his masterpiece: a donut-shaped spacecraft crafted entirely out of ordinary kitchen supplies and a bit of wishful thinking.

“Isn't it beautiful, Daisy?” Desmond muttered to his fellow farm companion, a rather skeptical sheep famously known for her no-nonsense approach to life. Daisy raised an eyebrow, glanced at the rubbery icing steering wheel, and sighed.

“If you honestly think that can take you to the stars, Desmond, then best of luck. Just don't forget your scarf; it's chilly up there!” Daisy chided, her woolly voice edged with a sprinkle of sarcasm.

Undeterred, Desmond donned his galaxy-themed aviator goggles and, with a flair of theatricality, climbed into the donut's center. As the village clock struck midnight, the makeshift spacecraft rumbled to life, spinning and sputtering before finally launching into the sky with a whimsical pop.

Above the clouds, Desmond’s dream took shape. The donut ship crumbled and spun, yet somehow maintained its course, all while trailing a glittering stream of cinnamon sugar. He zoomed past constellations, and at some point, inexplicably, he was joined by a merry band of cosmic jellybeans, hailing from the farthest edge of the Neapolitan Nebula.

“Welcome to the club!” shouted an exuberant jellybean donning a polka-dot beret. Desmond, in his joyful disbelief, nodded his agreement, all existential worries evaporating in the thrill of this celestial camaraderie.

The journey, however, wasn't without its quirks. In a rather odd twist of fate, the spacecraft achieved hyper-speed while intersecting a rainbow trance of glazed comets, catapulting Desmond into a new realm adorned with surrealism, a carnival of colors pouring from every celestial nook and cranny. Who could have guessed hitching a ride with a donut could be this exhilarating?

Parallel universes danced before his eyes, dimensions blending into a fantastical mosaic as Desmond serenaded the stars with impromptu songs about rainbows and radishes.

Realizing time seemed to waver, Desmond knew his escapade needed a conclusion. In a final hoop around the Milky Way, he gently nudged his space donut back toward Earth, landing softly in the exact field from which he had embarked, a smattering of stardust as his only souvenir.

Back home, Desmond's tale became legend. The villagers never quite understood his story; some whispered it was just a midnight snack dream, others secretly hoped for their own cosmic adventures.

As for Daisy, she just rolled her eyes with a knowing smile and remarked, "Someone ought to write a book about the day Desmond took the bakery to the stars. Talk about setting the bar high, for donkeys and bakers alike!"

Until next time on Absurd Short Stories, may your dreams be as whimsical and wondrous as Desmond’s cosmic travels. Remember, sometimes all you need to explore the universe is a bit of imagination and perhaps, a peculiar donut-driven craft.