My Naughty Fish

My Naughty Fish looked for a can of Tango that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should have been an original operation, to you and me, but not to the Fish, who felt it would be sublime. A can of Tango would be the chosen thing.

My Naughty Fish owned a stretchman that they would experiment on. It would have been a fairly curious thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Fish, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a stretchman would be the chosen thing.

My Naughty Fish needed a can of Tango that they would occasionally demolish. It is a fairly different exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Fish, who assumed that this idea is amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango was the thing that was chosen.

My Naughty Fish had a bag of poop that they liked to insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly peculiar thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Fish, who considered that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the item that was opted for.

My Naughty Fish desperately wanted a bat that they would often try to balance on their head. It might have been a new approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Fish, who thought it would be stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a bat would be the item that was opted for.

My Naughty Fish desperately wanted a vibrator that they would sometimes worship. It is a fairly extraordinary action, to my children, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. Strangely, a vibrator would be the item that was opted for.