Her Tired Pet

Her Tired Pet craved for a bat that they sometimes worship. One might consider this to be a new suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pet, who thinks that it was in fact, simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a bat was the item that was selected.

Her Tired Pet craved for a tomato that they would occasionally hug. This seems a fairly astonishing exercise, to you and me, but not to the Pet, who expected that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a tomato would be the item that was chosen.

Her Tired Pet desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper to share. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Pet, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was selected.

Her Tired Pet craved for a bag of poop that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a fairly different activity, to my grandma, but not to the Pet, who assumed that this idea is miraculous. Who would have thought, a bag of poop would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Tired Pet often carried a helmet that they would smash. It would have been a fairly funny action, to my dad, but not to the Pet, who thinks it was miraculous. A helmet is the thing to choose.

Her Tired Pet always carried a bottle of beer that they would often eat. It was considered to be a fairly exciting activity, to you and me, but not to the Pet, who expected that this idea was wonderous. A bottle of beer is the item to choose.