My Exceptional Monster

My Exceptional Monster desperately desired a pencil sharpener that they would put down their trousers. It is an extraordinary thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who thinks it was sublime. Strangely, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was opted for.

My Exceptional Monster desperately craved for a bat that they sometimes cuddle. One might find this to be a different thought, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who expected it was out of this world. Who would have thought, a bat was the thing that was opted for.

My Exceptional Monster desperately searched for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a fairly different thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken is the thing that was chosen.

My Exceptional Monster desperately looked for a rubber johnny that they would occasionally break. This could be considered a curious action, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was fun. A rubber johnny is the item to choose.

My Exceptional Monster owned a piece of paper to throw. It might have been a fairly funny thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who feels that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a piece of paper being the item selected.

My Exceptional Monster desperately looked for a bag of poop that they liked to hug. This could be considered a new action, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who thought that this idea was awesome. Honestly, a bag of poop being the item opted for.