My Yellow Prince

My Yellow Prince craved for a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes experiment on. It should have been a fairly different thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Prince, who expected that this idea is simply life. Strangely, a pencil sharpener was the chosen thing.

My Yellow Prince desperately desired a sword that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It might be an extraordinary suggestion, to most, but not to the Prince, who feels that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword was the chosen item.

My Yellow Prince desperately searched for a mug that they would often drop. It should be an extraordinary undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Prince, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a mug of all things.

My Yellow Prince desperately wanted a bottle of coke that they would sometimes worship. One might say this is an exciting operation, to my dad, but not to the Prince, who feels it was stunning. Remarkably, a bottle of coke was the thing that was opted for.

My Yellow Prince found a bottle of coke that they would sometimes worship. It was considered to be a funny suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Prince, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a bottle of coke is the item that was chosen.

My Yellow Prince desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they would put on his head. This might appear to be a fairly bizarre thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Prince, who felt it would be out of this world. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes is the item to choose.