Her Fat Elf

Her Fat Elf always carried a sword to drop. It might have been a new proposal, to many, but not to the Elf, who expected that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a sword was the item that was selected.

Her Fat Elf searched for a piece of paper that they would often try to balance on their head. It might have been a fairly extraordinary operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who thinks it would be miraculous. A piece of paper is the thing to select.

Her Fat Elf always kept a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes hug. It should have been a peculiar suggestion, to me, but not to the Elf, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener is the item that was chosen.

Her Fat Elf desperately craved for a set of lego that they sometimes put down their trousers. This could be considered an extraordinary approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who thinks it was awesome. A set of lego would be the item that was chosen.

Her Fat Elf desperately craved for a crown that they would embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly weird activity, to my children, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a crown was the item that was chosen.

Her Fat Elf often carried a custard pie that they would try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly unusual activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.