My Energetic Monster

My Energetic Monster desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they would sometimes sleep with. It would be an astonishing thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the item that was chosen.

My Energetic Monster desperately craved for a porno magazine that they would sometimes throw. It should be an exciting proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who felt that this idea is sublime. Who would have thought, a porno magazine would be the item that was selected.

My Energetic Monster desperately craved for a can of Dr Pepper that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It was a strange action, to you, but not to the Monster, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Honestly, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was selected.

My Energetic Monster desperately needed a can of Tango that they would often sit and look at. One might say this is a different action, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. Remarkably, a can of Tango being the item selected.

My Energetic Monster craved for a bat that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It might be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who expected it would be miraculous. Honestly, a bat was the item that was chosen.

My Energetic Monster owned a bag of poop that they liked to insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly odd undertaking, to my children, but not to the Monster, who felt it would be entertaining. Who would have thought, a bag of poop is the item to choose.