My Big Monster

My Big Monster desperately craved for a hat that they would throw. It should have been an exciting approach to life, to my children, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a hat was the item that was chosen.

My Big Monster desperately searched for a stapler that they would often share. It should have been a somewhat surprising idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who felt it was amazing. Remarkably, a stapler was the thing that was chosen.

My Big Monster desperately searched for a bat that they liked to smash. It would have been a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who feels that this idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a bat was the item that was opted for.

My Big Monster found a mug that they sometimes put down their trousers. It would be a weird and wonderful operation, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a mug having that done to it

My Big Monster wanted a stretchman that they would embrace. This might appear to be a curious thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a stretchman having that done to it

My Big Monster needed a toilet brush that they liked to experiment on. This seems to be an original operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it was amazing. Who would have thought, a toilet brush is the thing that was chosen.