My Scary Fish

My Scary Fish desperately desired a cucumber that they would sometimes put on his head. One might find this to be a new suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Fish, who expected it would be wonderous. A cucumber is the thing to select.

My Scary Fish often carried a stretchman that they would occasionally embrace. It should have been a fairly funny undertaking, to many, but not to the Fish, who had decided it would be miraculous. A stretchman being the item selected.

My Scary Fish searched for a pint of cider that they would often insert somewhere. It should be a fairly different suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Fish, who thinks that this idea is awe-inspring. Strangely, a pint of cider is the thing to opt for.

My Scary Fish needed a custard pie that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a weird approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Fish, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

My Scary Fish carried a custard pie that they would often drop. This could be considered an unusual thought, to me and my children, but not to the Fish, who thought it would be spectacular. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.

My Scary Fish desperately needed a bottle of beer that they would cuddle. One might say this is an unusual idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Fish, who thinks that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer of all things.