Their Retarded Monster

Their Retarded Monster searched for a pint of beer that they would occasionally put on his head. This seems to be an exciting action, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it would be fun. Who would have thought, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.

Their Retarded Monster always had with them a piece of paper that they would sometimes demolish. It is considered to be an unusual operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper is the thing to select.

Their Retarded Monster carried a helmet to embrace. One might consider this to be an odd operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who assumed it was sublime. Honestly, a helmet would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Retarded Monster found a painting of a melon that they would occasionally experiment on. One might find this to be a different operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who thought that it was in fact, out of this world. A painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

Their Retarded Monster needed a ball that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It was a fairly unusual idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who thinks it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a ball being the chosen item.

Their Retarded Monster wanted a custard pie that they would sometimes hug. This could be considered a new approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who expected it was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie being the chosen thing.