Her Weary Monster

Her Weary Monster desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a different action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. A rubber chicken is the item to opt for.

Her Weary Monster desperately craved for a bag of poop that they liked to sit and look at. This seems to be a fairly new approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who considered that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop is the item to choose.

Her Weary Monster owned a radiator that they sometimes throw. One might say this is a weird action, to most, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a radiator was the thing that was opted for.

Her Weary Monster owned a ball that they liked to throw. It might have been a different thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who felt it would be simply life. Honestly, a ball is the thing that was chosen.

Her Weary Monster always carried a cucumber that they would sometimes put on his head. This seems to be a fairly exciting thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who felt that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber is the item to choose.

Her Weary Monster desperately needed a sack of potatoes to drop. It would have been an original operation, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was selected.