My Crypting Bear

My Crypting Bear desperately wanted a melon that they would smash. One might consider this to be a weird action, to most, but not to the Bear, who felt it would be epic. A melon being the item selected.

My Crypting Bear owned a bottle of coke to put down their trousers. One might find this to be a strange approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Bear, who considered it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke was the thing that was opted for.

My Crypting Bear wanted a ball that they would occasionally smash. It should have been a funny activity, to my dad, but not to the Bear, who expected that it was in fact, spectacular. Remarkably, a ball is the thing to select.

My Crypting Bear needed a little monkey that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be an extraordinary undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Bear, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. Strangely, a little monkey was the chosen thing.

My Crypting Bear desperately looked for a sword that they liked to rub on his belly. It might have been a weird undertaking, to my children, but not to the Bear, who had decided it was sublime. Remarkably, a sword is the thing to select.

My Crypting Bear desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they would often demolish. One might consider this to be an extraordinary exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Bear, who thought that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a rubber chicken would be the item that was selected.