His Depressed Elf

His Depressed Elf wanted a ball that they would occasionally share. It might have been a peculiar undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who feels that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball was the item that was chosen.

His Depressed Elf often carried a ball that they liked to try to nail to the wall. This seems a fairly weird and wonderful action, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who considered it was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a ball was the thing that was selected.

His Depressed Elf desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This seems to be a fairly astonishing action, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who assumed it would be entertaining. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes would be the chosen thing.

His Depressed Elf found a computer that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who feels that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a computer would be the item that was selected.

His Depressed Elf desperately wanted a set of lego that they would sometimes demolish. It should be a fairly exciting thought, to my dad, but not to the Elf, who considered that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a set of lego would be the chosen thing.

His Depressed Elf wanted a stretchman that they liked to throw. It should be a fairly funny undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who thought that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a stretchman being the chosen item.