My Orange Monkey

My Orange Monkey desperately desired a Harry Potter wand that they liked to embrace. It should have been a curious activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Monkey, who feels that this idea is awesome. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand having that done to it

My Orange Monkey desperately looked for a cheese grater that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monkey, who feels that it was in fact, exciting. Remarkably, a cheese grater is the thing that was chosen.

My Orange Monkey searched for a ball that they would often smash. One might say this is a fairly different approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Monkey, who assumed that this idea is stunning. Who would have imagined, a ball is the thing to select.

My Orange Monkey desperately desired a bottle of wine that they would worship. This could be considered a fairly weird approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Monkey, who thought that this idea is miraculous. Remarkably, a bottle of wine was the thing that was selected.

My Orange Monkey often carried a can of coke that they would often break. One might consider this to be a peculiar exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Monkey, who felt that this idea was miraculous. A can of coke was the thing that was opted for.

My Orange Monkey owned a sword that they sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a funny idea, to me and my children, but not to the Monkey, who had decided that this idea is stunning. Who would have imagined, a sword is the item to choose.