A Depressed Monster

A Depressed Monster desperately craved for a radiator that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It was a fairly exciting suggestion, to me, but not to the Monster, who assumed it was spectacular. Bizarrely, a radiator was the chosen item.

A Depressed Monster desperately wanted a pint of beer to hug. It should be an astonishing approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer would be the item that was opted for.

A Depressed Monster desperately desired a sword that they sometimes smash. It was a surprising approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who assumed that this idea is awesome. Who would have imagined, a sword having that done to it

A Depressed Monster craved for a block of cheese to experiment on. It should have been a fairly exciting approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a block of cheese would be the item that was selected.

A Depressed Monster found a pint of cider that they would often sleep with. This seems a fairly curious activity, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who thinks it was exciting. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

A Depressed Monster always carried a bat that they would try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to me, but not to the Monster, who feels it would be breathtaking. Strangely, a bat being the item selected.