The Depressed Fish

The Depressed Fish searched for a custard pie that they liked to try to balance on their head. One might say this is a peculiar operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Fish, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. A custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

The Depressed Fish always had with them a cucumber that they would put down their trousers. One might find this to be an unusual activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber would be the chosen thing.

The Depressed Fish owned a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally eat. This might appear to be an odd thought, to you and me, but not to the Fish, who had decided that the idea was awesome. A can of Dr Pepper would be the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Fish desired a sword that they would sometimes put on his head. It might have been a fairly surprising thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Fish, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. A sword was the item that was selected.

The Depressed Fish desperately looked for a bat that they would break. One might find this to be a strange operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Fish, who assumed that this idea is stunning. Bizarrely, a bat is the thing to select.

The Depressed Fish desperately searched for a mug that they liked to demolish. This seems to be a peculiar operation, to you and me, but not to the Fish, who assumed that it was in fact, stunning. Bizarrely, a mug is the thing to choose.