Her Lucky Monster

Her Lucky Monster often carried a piece of paper that they liked to hug. It would be a fairly odd activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Remarkably, a piece of paper was the chosen item.

Her Lucky Monster desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would often sit and look at. It should be a fairly odd undertaking, to my children, but not to the Monster, who felt it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer being the item selected.

Her Lucky Monster desperately needed a tomato that they sometimes eat. It is considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who considered that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have imagined, a tomato being the chosen item.

Her Lucky Monster always kept a Harry Potter wand that they liked to experiment on. It should have been a fairly curious activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea is simply life. Remarkably, a Harry Potter wand was the chosen thing.

Her Lucky Monster craved for a bag of flour that they would often insert somewhere. One might find this to be a new undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour was the thing that was selected.

Her Lucky Monster always kept a radiator that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a funny action, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a radiator is the thing to choose.