His Square Monster

His Square Monster always carried a big sponge that they liked to share. It might be a strange operation, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a big sponge was the item that was selected.

His Square Monster desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they would sometimes eat. It was an odd undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who expected it was entertaining. Strangely, a painting of a melon is the thing to choose.

His Square Monster looked for a cucumber that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It might be a fairly curious operation, to my children, but not to the Monster, who considered that it was in fact, stunning. Strangely, a cucumber would be the item that was opted for.

His Square Monster craved for a painting of a melon to embrace. This might appear to be an extraordinary proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who felt that it was in fact, magnificent. A painting of a melon of all things.

His Square Monster desperately searched for a helmet that they would often put in the bath with him. It might be a new exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who feels that it was in fact, amazing. Strangely, a helmet being the thing selected.

His Square Monster searched for a can of Tango that they would often eat. This seems a fairly curious thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was epic. A can of Tango was the item that was selected.