His Depressed Unicorn found a bag of flour that they sometimes throw. It might have been an exciting suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that it was in fact, stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour would be the item that was selected.
His Depressed Unicorn desperately wanted a ball that they sometimes play with. It would have been a funny exercise, to my mum, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. Who would have thought, a ball being the thing opted for.
His Depressed Unicorn always kept a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes drop. It would be a fairly extraordinary activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Unicorn, who feels it was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was selected.
His Depressed Unicorn found a custard pie that they would hug. It was a bizarre suggestion, to my children, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie is the item to select.
His Depressed Unicorn desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they would experiment on. This might appear to be a new proposal, to my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was chosen.
His Depressed Unicorn needed a bag of poop that they would often smash. It might be an astonishing operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a bag of poop is the thing to opt for.