Her Red Artist

Her Red Artist desperately searched for a pint of beer that they would demolish. This seems to be a curious operation, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who assumed that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer of all things.

Her Red Artist desperately searched for a cucumber that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a funny undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a cucumber was the chosen thing.

Her Red Artist desperately desired a melon that they would occasionally embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly different activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea is exciting. A melon was the thing that was chosen.

Her Red Artist desperately looked for a computer that they would sometimes drop. This seems to be a fairly original idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a computer was the chosen item.

Her Red Artist owned a painting of a melon that they would sit and look at. It was a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was awesome. Strangely, a painting of a melon was the item that was selected.

Her Red Artist owned a bag of flour that they sometimes insert somewhere. It is a bizarre proposal, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who feels it was miraculous. A bag of flour is the item to opt for.