Her Purple Unicorn

Her Purple Unicorn desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they sometimes smash. This is certainly a weird and wonderful activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who feels it was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken was the thing that was opted for.

Her Purple Unicorn always kept a pencil sharpener to put down their trousers. It should be an exciting approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Unicorn, who thought that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a pencil sharpener is the thing to opt for.

Her Purple Unicorn wanted a pen that they sometimes play with. It is a new thing to do, to most, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that the idea was sublime. A pen was the thing that was chosen.

Her Purple Unicorn desperately wanted a bottle of beer that they liked to throw. This seems a fairly astonishing exercise, to my mum, but not to the Unicorn, who felt it was miraculous. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Purple Unicorn needed a rubber chicken that they would sometimes cuddle. One might consider this to be a fairly different operation, to you and me, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that this idea is fun. Honestly, a rubber chicken would be the item chosen.

Her Purple Unicorn craved for a crown to put down their trousers. It should be a peculiar exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Unicorn, who felt it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a crown would be the chosen thing.