The Red Artist

The Red Artist always kept a custard pie that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This seems a funny exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is simply life. Strangely, a custard pie being the thing selected.

The Red Artist desperately looked for a Harry Potter wand that they would often hug. This might appear to be a fairly exciting operation, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand is the item that was chosen.

The Red Artist craved for a crown that they would often hug. It should have been a fairly curious idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a crown is the item to select.

The Red Artist desperately desired a mug that they liked to try to balance on their head. It was a fairly weird thought, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be simply life. Honestly, a mug would be the item chosen.

The Red Artist looked for a mug to sleep with. It might be an exciting action, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels it was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a mug is the thing that was chosen.

The Red Artist desired a spade that they sometimes play with. It was considered to be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to some, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was fun. Remarkably, a spade being the thing selected.