My Crypting Unicorn

My Crypting Unicorn desperately craved for a melon that they liked to hug. It was a peculiar operation, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a melon is the thing to opt for.

My Crypting Unicorn desperately looked for a bag of flour that they liked to break. This seems to be an exciting undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks it was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour is the thing to choose.

My Crypting Unicorn desperately looked for a vibrator that they would insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly weird operation, to me and my children, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Who would have thought, a vibrator was the chosen item.

My Crypting Unicorn looked for a can of Tango that they would occasionally break. This seems a fairly astonishing idea, to me and my children, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango is the item that was chosen.

My Crypting Unicorn always had with them a stretchman that they sometimes worship. This might appear to be a surprising suggestion, to many, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a stretchman was the item that was selected.

My Crypting Unicorn desperately craved for a bag of poop that they sometimes worship. This might appear to be a fairly strange approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Unicorn, who feels it was wonderful. Bizarrely, a bag of poop being the item opted for.