Her Crypting Knight

Her Crypting Knight desperately craved for a sponge that they would put up their bum. This is certainly a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to my children, but not to the Knight, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. A sponge would be the thing that was selected.

Her Crypting Knight desperately needed a custard pie that they would occasionally play with. This seems to be a bizarre exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Knight, who had decided it would be wonderful. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the item that was chosen.

Her Crypting Knight searched for a bag of flour to demolish. It might be a fairly strange thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Knight, who thinks that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a bag of flour was the chosen item.

Her Crypting Knight craved for a wig that they sometimes put up their bum. It was a funny activity, to you, but not to the Knight, who thought that it was in fact, exciting. A wig is the thing to select.

Her Crypting Knight desperately needed a mug that they would often worship. This seems to be a strange undertaking, to you, but not to the Knight, who had come to the conclusion it was the most awesome idea. A mug would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Crypting Knight craved for a ball that they would often rub on his belly. It was considered to be a funny suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Knight, who felt that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a ball was the thing that was opted for.