My Depressed Monster

My Depressed Monster always had with them a custard pie to share. It should have been a fairly peculiar thought, to most, but not to the Monster, who assumed that this idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie being the thing opted for.

My Depressed Monster had a bag of poop that they would often try to balance on their head. It might be a fairly astonishing proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who expected that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a bag of poop being the item selected.

My Depressed Monster desperately craved for a set square that they would hug. It should be a fairly extraordinary idea, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a set square is the thing to opt for.

My Depressed Monster searched for a melon that they would often throw. It was considered to be a fairly unusual proposal, to my children, but not to the Monster, who expected that this idea is out of this world. Bizarrely, a melon would be the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Monster had a piece of paper that they would eat. It would be a fairly original undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who considered it would be magnificent. Strangely, a piece of paper would be the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Monster desperately needed a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It is considered to be a fairly odd undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who expected it would be awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a can of Dr Pepper being the chosen item.