My Round Knight desperately craved for a sword that they would try to nail to the wall. It is a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Knight, who expected that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a sword would be the item that was opted for.
My Round Knight craved for a cup that they would often try to balance on their head. It should be an extraordinary operation, to me, but not to the Knight, who thought that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a cup would be the thing that was chosen.
My Round Knight always kept a piece of paper that they would cuddle. It might be a fairly exciting undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Knight, who considered that this idea is stunning. Bizarrely, a piece of paper is the thing to choose.
My Round Knight often carried a can of coke that they would sometimes hug. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my children, but not to the Knight, who expected it would be stunning. Honestly, a can of coke was the chosen item.
My Round Knight often carried a bottle of beer that they liked to annihilate It might have been an extraordinary idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Knight, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer of all things.
My Round Knight desperately needed a painting of a melon that they liked to rub on his belly. It was considered to be a strange operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Knight, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a painting of a melon being the thing selected.