Their Nervous Monster

Their Nervous Monster found a pint of beer that they liked to rub on his belly. It was a fairly curious action, to many, but not to the Monster, who expected it would be breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer was the thing that was chosen.

Their Nervous Monster desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would rub on his belly. It would be a weird and wonderful idea, to most, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a pint of beer was the chosen item.

Their Nervous Monster always carried a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly original undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who expected that this idea was spectacular. Honestly, a Harry Potter wand being the chosen thing.

Their Nervous Monster looked for a pen that they would occasionally embrace. It would be a fairly astonishing activity, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who assumed it would be spectacular. Strangely, a pen being the chosen item.

Their Nervous Monster desperately craved for a lava lamp that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This could be considered a weird activity, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who feels that this idea was wonderous. A lava lamp would be the chosen thing.

Their Nervous Monster always had with them a CD player that they would occasionally break. It should be a curious action, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who assumed that it was in fact, sublime. A CD player of all things.