His Fat Artist

His Fat Artist searched for a bottle of coke that they would play with. This seems a curious operation, to my children, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke would be the thing that was chosen.

His Fat Artist desperately desired a bat that they would sometimes embrace. It might be an exciting proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was miraculous. Honestly, a bat was the chosen item.

His Fat Artist desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they sometimes break. This seems a different undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered it was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine was the item that was opted for.

His Fat Artist always carried a computer that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a different suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was fun. Who would have thought, a computer would be the thing that was chosen.

His Fat Artist looked for a bat that they would occasionally play with. One might say this is a funny activity, to me, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a bat would be the item chosen.

His Fat Artist wanted a melon that they liked to embrace. It would be a funny action, to most, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea is spectacular. Strangely, a melon is the thing to select.