Their Anxious Artist

Their Anxious Artist desired a lava lamp that they sometimes eat. This is certainly a fairly different thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a lava lamp is the item that was chosen.

Their Anxious Artist owned a bat that they sometimes throw. One might consider this to be a fairly strange operation, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a bat is the thing that was chosen.

Their Anxious Artist desperately desired a sponge that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems an exciting undertaking, to many, but not to the Artist, who assumed it would be sublime. Remarkably, a sponge was the chosen thing.

Their Anxious Artist desperately searched for a melon to share. It was a fairly strange proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a melon would be the item that was selected.

Their Anxious Artist searched for a bag of flour that they would drop. This seems a peculiar suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour was the chosen thing.

Their Anxious Artist found a mug that they would worship. It was considered to be a different exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was spectacular. Honestly, a mug of all things.