My Depressed Knight

My Depressed Knight had a toilet brush that they would often demolish. One might find this to be a new thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Knight, who felt that this idea is fun. A toilet brush being the chosen thing.

My Depressed Knight desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they would occasionally hug. One might say this is a funny undertaking, to most, but not to the Knight, who considered that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken would be the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Knight always kept a rubber chicken that they would occasionally share. One might say this is a surprising activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Knight, who thought that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken is the item to select.

My Depressed Knight had a radiator that they sometimes eat. It might have been a new action, to my dad, but not to the Knight, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a radiator would be the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Knight craved for a set square that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems to be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Knight, who feels it would be miraculous. Who would have imagined, a set square would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Knight always kept a sword that they would occasionally put on his head. It might be a fairly original exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Knight, who feels it would be miraculous. Strangely, a sword of all things.