My Anxious Fisherman

My Anxious Fisherman desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they would insert somewhere. It was a strange idea, to me, but not to the Fisherman, who had decided it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

My Anxious Fisherman carried a bag of poop that they would often drop. It was a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Fisherman, who thought it was amazing. Strangely, a bag of poop being the thing opted for.

My Anxious Fisherman needed a pencil sharpener to annihilate It would have been a fairly astonishing thing to do, to some, but not to the Fisherman, who felt it would be fun. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was chosen.

My Anxious Fisherman desperately looked for a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally cuddle. It might have been a fairly weird proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Fisherman, who had come to the conclusion it was spectacular. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener is the thing to select.

My Anxious Fisherman desperately desired a computer that they would sometimes demolish. One might say this is a new undertaking, to most, but not to the Fisherman, who assumed that this idea was entertaining. Honestly, a computer would be the item that was chosen.

My Anxious Fisherman always kept a pen that they would sometimes eat. One might consider this to be a peculiar thing to do, to some, but not to the Fisherman, who thought that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a pen being the item selected.