A Depressed Unicorn

A Depressed Unicorn desperately wanted a stapler that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a fairly new suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a stapler was the item that was selected.

A Depressed Unicorn carried a toilet brush that they sometimes throw. It would be a fairly odd proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who considered it would be awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a toilet brush was the item that was selected.

A Depressed Unicorn always carried a little monkey that they would sometimes worship. This might appear to be an original proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that this idea was breathtaking. Strangely, a little monkey was the item that was chosen.

A Depressed Unicorn desperately looked for a bag of poop that they would sometimes play with. It was considered to be a fairly peculiar operation, to you, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop would be the item that was chosen.

A Depressed Unicorn had a piece of paper to throw. It would be a surprising activity, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that it was in fact, breathtaking. Strangely, a piece of paper is the thing to select.

A Depressed Unicorn needed a toilet brush that they would occasionally demolish. It should be an original idea, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Honestly, a toilet brush is the thing to choose.