Her Nervous Elf

Her Nervous Elf desperately looked for a cucumber that they would occasionally sleep with. It might have been an extraordinary undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who felt it was amazing. Remarkably, a cucumber is the thing to choose.

Her Nervous Elf desperately craved for a can of Dr Pepper that they would smash. It would have been a fairly weird proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper was the item that was chosen.

Her Nervous Elf searched for a Harry Potter wand that they would often put on his head. It might have been a funny activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand would be the item chosen.

Her Nervous Elf looked for a big sponge that they liked to experiment on. This might appear to be an original undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a big sponge is the item to select.

Her Nervous Elf desired a little monkey that they would sometimes rub on his belly. One might say this is an exciting suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who expected it would be wonderful. Who would have thought, a little monkey was the item that was chosen.

Her Nervous Elf desperately craved for a stretchman that they would play with. It might have been an astonishing operation, to my grandma, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. A stretchman was the thing that was chosen.