The Confused Elf

The Confused Elf desperately wanted a melon that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It was a fairly original approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Elf, who thinks it was awesome. Honestly, a melon is the thing to select.

The Confused Elf craved for a wig that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a different operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who thought that it was in fact, epic. A wig was the thing that was chosen.

The Confused Elf always carried a block of cheese that they would cuddle. This seems to be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to some, but not to the Elf, who considered it was epic. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese was the thing that was chosen.

The Confused Elf desperately looked for a bottle of wine that they sometimes sit and look at. It would be a fairly exciting undertaking, to my children, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it was awesome. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine is the item to opt for.

The Confused Elf found a bottle of beer that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is an astonishing activity, to you, but not to the Elf, who felt that it was in fact, magnificent. Strangely, a bottle of beer would be the item chosen.

The Confused Elf searched for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes demolish. It would be a fairly weird action, to my children, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. A rubber chicken was the thing that was selected.