Their Yellow Elf

Their Yellow Elf desperately searched for a pint of beer that they would rub on his belly. It might be an extraordinary undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who assumed it would be fun. A pint of beer is the thing to choose.

Their Yellow Elf always carried a ball that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a fairly odd approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who thought that the idea was entertaining. A ball was the chosen thing.

Their Yellow Elf always kept a stapler to eat. This seems an extraordinary suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Elf, who considered it would be wonderful. Who would have imagined, a stapler would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Yellow Elf owned a pencil sharpener that they would often rub on his belly. It was considered to be a peculiar activity, to most, but not to the Elf, who feels it would be stunning. Strangely, a pencil sharpener of all things.

Their Yellow Elf desperately searched for a melon that they would occasionally hug. This could be considered a fairly funny thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was stunning. Honestly, a melon is the item to opt for.

Their Yellow Elf carried a cup that they would sometimes demolish. It was a fairly exciting exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a cup being the thing opted for.