My Cheerful Worm desperately searched for a crown that they would often put in the bath with him. It would have been a fairly original proposal, to you and me, but not to the Worm, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. Remarkably, a crown was the chosen item.
My Cheerful Worm desperately looked for a rubber chicken that they would play with. This seems to be a different thought, to my children, but not to the Worm, who thinks that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a rubber chicken was the item that was opted for.
My Cheerful Worm desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would often sleep with. It should be a fairly astonishing action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who felt it would be magnificent. Remarkably, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.
My Cheerful Worm always had with them a sponge that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. One might say this is a fairly different activity, to most, but not to the Worm, who thinks that it was in fact, fun. Remarkably, a sponge being the item selected.
My Cheerful Worm owned a pint of beer to demolish. It might be a fairly curious operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Worm, who expected that the idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a pint of beer would be the thing that was selected.
My Cheerful Worm always carried a bag of poop that they would occasionally throw. It should be a fairly odd exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Worm, who expected that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a bag of poop would be the thing that was chosen.