Her Tired Elf

Her Tired Elf desperately looked for a teapot to hug. It might have been an extraordinary operation, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who considered that this idea was awesome. A teapot was the chosen thing.

Her Tired Elf desired a magic 8 ball that they would drop. It might be a fairly astonishing thought, to my children, but not to the Elf, who feels that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a magic 8 ball was the item that was chosen.

Her Tired Elf desperately looked for a ball to throw. It should be an odd action, to many, but not to the Elf, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. Honestly, a ball was the item that was opted for.

Her Tired Elf had a magic 8 ball that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It would be an extraordinary operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a magic 8 ball is the item to choose.

Her Tired Elf searched for a cucumber that they liked to demolish. This could be considered a fairly original activity, to most, but not to the Elf, who thought that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber was the thing that was chosen.

Her Tired Elf always had with them a bag of flour that they sometimes sleep with. It might be a curious thing to do, to many, but not to the Elf, who assumed that this idea is wonderous. A bag of flour is the thing that was chosen.