A Tired Monster

A Tired Monster searched for a bag of poop that they would cuddle. It should be an original suggestion, to some, but not to the Monster, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. Honestly, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.

A Tired Monster desired a block of cheese that they would cuddle. It was an odd exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a block of cheese was the thing that was chosen.

A Tired Monster needed a hat that they would throw. It was a fairly new proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a hat was the item that was chosen.

A Tired Monster desired a porno magazine that they would often play with. It might be a peculiar approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who expected it was simply life. Who would have imagined, a porno magazine was the item that was chosen.

A Tired Monster desperately wanted a vibrator that they liked to put down their trousers. This seems to be a different operation, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a vibrator would be the thing that was chosen.

A Tired Monster desperately looked for a sword to break. It is an astonishing proposal, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who expected that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a sword would be the thing that was opted for.