My Cute Servant

My Cute Servant desperately searched for a custard pie that they would sometimes eat. It might be an extraordinary idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Servant, who thinks that this idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the item to select.

My Cute Servant had a custard pie to sleep with. It was a surprising approach to life, to me, but not to the Servant, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. Who would have imagined, a custard pie was the chosen item.

My Cute Servant searched for a radiator that they would insert somewhere. It would have been an astonishing thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Servant, who felt that this idea was simply life. A radiator is the item to choose.

My Cute Servant often carried a bag of poop that they sometimes share. It should be a peculiar undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Servant, who considered that this idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a bag of poop is the thing to select.

My Cute Servant often carried a bag of flour that they would put on his head. This might appear to be a fairly new thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Servant, who feels it was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour was the chosen thing.

My Cute Servant craved for a teapot that they would try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be an exciting proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Servant, who feels that this idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a teapot was the chosen thing.