Her Exceptional Artist

Her Exceptional Artist often carried a bottle of beer to rub on his belly. It was a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to some, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer would be the chosen thing.

Her Exceptional Artist needed a can of coke that they would put in the bath with him. This is certainly an unusual thought, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a can of coke would be the thing that was selected.

Her Exceptional Artist desperately desired a helmet that they would sometimes sit and look at. One might say this is a strange thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who feels it would be sublime. Who would have thought, a helmet is the thing to select.

Her Exceptional Artist owned a stapler that they would often rub on his belly. It is a fairly different exercise, to me, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler is the thing that was chosen.

Her Exceptional Artist looked for a pen that they would occasionally demolish. This might appear to be a strange approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a pen is the item to choose.

Her Exceptional Artist needed a melon that they liked to throw. This seems to be an original action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was wonderful. Strangely, a melon was the item that was selected.