Their Weary Lunatic

Their Weary Lunatic desperately craved for a little monkey that they would often share. It was considered to be an extraordinary thought, to my mum, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. A little monkey would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Weary Lunatic desperately searched for a piece of paper that they liked to try to balance on their head. It should have been a weird and wonderful proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Lunatic, who expected that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a piece of paper was the chosen thing.

Their Weary Lunatic desired a sword that they would occasionally drop. One might consider this to be an original approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword would be the item chosen.

Their Weary Lunatic desperately craved for a sword that they would sometimes demolish. It should have been a weird operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Lunatic, who had decided it would be miraculous. A sword is the thing that was chosen.

Their Weary Lunatic owned a spade to cuddle. It should have been a different action, to me and my parents, but not to the Lunatic, who felt that the idea was miraculous. A spade would be the item that was selected.

Their Weary Lunatic desired a melon that they liked to try to balance on their head. It would be an original exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who thinks that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a melon is the thing to choose.