The Hungry Baboon

The Hungry Baboon found a bag of poop that they would occasionally share. It might be a fairly original undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Baboon, who thought that this idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a bag of poop was the item that was selected.

The Hungry Baboon owned a helmet that they would occasionally drop. It should have been a somewhat surprising operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a helmet was the chosen thing.

The Hungry Baboon looked for a custard pie to sit and look at. It might be a fairly original thought, to my children, but not to the Baboon, who had decided it would be out of this world. A custard pie was the chosen thing.

The Hungry Baboon desperately searched for a chocolate bar that they would occasionally break. It was considered to be a somewhat surprising suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Baboon, who felt that the idea was epic. Honestly, a chocolate bar having that done to it

The Hungry Baboon often carried a little monkey to sit and look at. It was considered to be a fairly unusual activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Baboon, who expected that this idea is simply life. A little monkey is the item to select.

The Hungry Baboon needed a cup that they sometimes smash. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a cup was the chosen item.