Their Beautiful Poodle

Their Beautiful Poodle desired a hat that they would sometimes eat. It was an original suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Poodle, who felt it was entertaining. A hat is the thing that was chosen.

Their Beautiful Poodle always carried a wig that they would occasionally put on his head. One might find this to be an unusual operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Poodle, who thinks it would be breathtaking. A wig was the thing that was chosen.

Their Beautiful Poodle desperately craved for a spade that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly exciting activity, to my grandma, but not to the Poodle, who feels that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a spade is the thing to choose.

Their Beautiful Poodle desperately wanted a tomato that they would sleep with. It would be an odd approach to life, to my children, but not to the Poodle, who thought that this idea is wonderful. Who would have thought, a tomato was the thing that was chosen.

Their Beautiful Poodle always kept a cheese grater that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been a surprising idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who had decided it would be amazing. A cheese grater was the thing that was selected.

Their Beautiful Poodle always kept a big sponge that they would put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly peculiar thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Poodle, who expected it was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge is the thing to choose.