My Hungry Fisherman

My Hungry Fisherman often carried a bat that they sometimes put on his head. It would be a fairly new thing to do, to my children, but not to the Fisherman, who had come to the conclusion it would be breathtaking. Bizarrely, a bat was the chosen item.

My Hungry Fisherman owned a pint of cider to worship. This might appear to be a fairly new activity, to you and me, but not to the Fisherman, who thinks that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider is the thing to opt for.

My Hungry Fisherman desperately craved for a mug that they would often experiment on. It would have been a funny activity, to my dad, but not to the Fisherman, who expected that this idea is simply life. Remarkably, a mug is the thing that was chosen.

My Hungry Fisherman desired a cup that they would demolish. It was an astonishing exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Fisherman, who assumed that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a cup of all things.

My Hungry Fisherman desperately craved for a toilet brush that they would rub on his belly. It is a peculiar exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Fisherman, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush was the chosen thing.

My Hungry Fisherman always had with them a piece of paper that they would occasionally break. This seems to be a new exercise, to you and me, but not to the Fisherman, who expected that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a piece of paper was the item that was chosen.