My Depressed Baboon

My Depressed Baboon owned a radiator that they would cuddle. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to my mum, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a radiator being the thing opted for.

My Depressed Baboon desperately needed a custard pie that they liked to hug. One might say this is a peculiar thought, to my mum, but not to the Baboon, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a custard pie was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Baboon needed a can of Tango that they liked to smash. This is certainly an unusual activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion it was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Baboon owned a sword to try to balance on their head. It would be a somewhat surprising suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, fun. A sword was the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Baboon owned a ball that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It might have been a fairly original thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion it would be the most awesome idea. Honestly, a ball would be the item chosen.

My Depressed Baboon desperately craved for a rubber chicken to try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly funny activity, to my grandma, but not to the Baboon, who had decided it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken being the item opted for.