My Weary Unicorn

My Weary Unicorn desperately needed a pen that they would often smash. It is a peculiar operation, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a pen would be the thing that was chosen.

My Weary Unicorn often carried a pint of cider to sit and look at. It would have been a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that this idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a pint of cider being the item opted for.

My Weary Unicorn always kept a teapot that they would often rub on his belly. This could be considered an extraordinary thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a teapot would be the thing that was selected.

My Weary Unicorn searched for a porno magazine to experiment on. It was a surprising operation, to my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a porno magazine would be the chosen thing.

My Weary Unicorn carried a teapot that they would occasionally worship. It might have been a fairly original action, to me, but not to the Unicorn, who feels it would be sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot was the thing that was selected.

My Weary Unicorn desperately needed a pen that they sometimes insert somewhere. It is considered to be a fairly different action, to some, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen is the thing to opt for.