Her Unusual Fish

Her Unusual Fish desired a porno magazine that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Fish, who thought that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a porno magazine was the thing that was opted for.

Her Unusual Fish desperately needed a sponge that they sometimes break. It should have been a fairly bizarre thing to do, to most, but not to the Fish, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sponge being the thing selected.

Her Unusual Fish desperately craved for a melon that they would occasionally experiment on. It should be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Fish, who thought that the idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a melon was the thing that was opted for.

Her Unusual Fish wanted a stapler that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It would have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Fish, who assumed that it was in fact, awesome. A stapler of all things.

Her Unusual Fish often carried a mug that they would sometimes cuddle. It would be a different operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Fish, who assumed that the idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a mug of all things.

Her Unusual Fish found a custard pie that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a strange operation, to my dad, but not to the Fish, who thought that this idea is stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the item that was selected.