His Depressed Monster

His Depressed Monster wanted a bag of poop that they sometimes break. It would be a fairly exciting idea, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who felt that this idea is stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop would be the item that was selected.

His Depressed Monster desperately wanted a pen to play with. It should be a weird and wonderful operation, to my children, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea is simply life. Who would have imagined, a pen was the item that was chosen.

His Depressed Monster desperately wanted a big sponge that they would hug. It was considered to be a new thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who expected it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a big sponge is the thing to select.

His Depressed Monster owned a sponge that they would occasionally cuddle. It should be a different action, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a sponge is the thing to select.

His Depressed Monster desperately desired a teapot that they sometimes smash. It is an odd action, to most, but not to the Monster, who thought that it was in fact, wonderous. Strangely, a teapot being the item selected.

His Depressed Monster desperately craved for a toilet brush that they would often experiment on. It might be a fairly unusual thing to do, to you, but not to the Monster, who thinks it would be breathtaking. Who would have thought, a toilet brush was the thing that was chosen.