My Orange Elf

My Orange Elf often carried a stapler that they liked to worship. It should be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to most, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a stapler is the item to choose.

My Orange Elf desperately craved for a rubber chicken to put on his head. It was a fairly exciting action, to some, but not to the Elf, who considered that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken of all things.

My Orange Elf desperately craved for a Harry Potter wand that they sometimes rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to some, but not to the Elf, who expected that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a Harry Potter wand having that done to it

My Orange Elf craved for a CD player that they would often put in the bath with him. It should be a fairly astonishing thought, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who assumed that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a CD player being the chosen item.

My Orange Elf found a crown that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This is certainly a weird and wonderful thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a crown was the thing that was selected.

My Orange Elf owned a bag of poop that they sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a weird thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who considered it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the thing that was chosen.