My Troubled Snake

My Troubled Snake always carried a hat that they sometimes embrace. It is a new approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Snake, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a hat is the thing to select.

My Troubled Snake desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they would embrace. This might appear to be an original action, to you and me, but not to the Snake, who expected that this idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was selected.

My Troubled Snake found a custard pie that they would sometimes cuddle. This seems an exciting activity, to my mum, but not to the Snake, who assumed that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie is the thing to select.

My Troubled Snake desperately desired a bag of flour to put up their bum. One might consider this to be a fairly funny undertaking, to my children, but not to the Snake, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

My Troubled Snake desperately searched for a custard pie that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should be an odd thing to do, to most, but not to the Snake, who expected that this idea is awesome. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

My Troubled Snake always carried a porno magazine that they would share. It was a bizarre approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Snake, who thinks it was awe-inspring. A porno magazine was the thing that was selected.