The Fucking Elephant

The Fucking Elephant desperately needed a hat that they would occasionally hug. This seems a fairly astonishing suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Elephant, who feels that it was in fact, exciting. Honestly, a hat was the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Elephant craved for a melon that they sometimes sleep with. It might be a weird and wonderful undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Elephant, who had decided that it was in fact, stunning. Bizarrely, a melon was the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Elephant needed a radiator to put in the bath with him. It should be a fairly original idea, to you and me, but not to the Elephant, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a radiator would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Elephant desperately desired a ball that they would occasionally hug. It is considered to be a fairly different activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Elephant, who had decided that this idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a ball was the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Elephant often carried a hat to throw. It should have been a weird action, to you, but not to the Elephant, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a hat was the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Elephant desperately needed a CD player that they would occasionally hug. This might appear to be a bizarre activity, to my grandma, but not to the Elephant, who had decided it would be exciting. A CD player being the item opted for.