My Depressed Fish

My Depressed Fish found a crown that they sometimes sit and look at. One might say this is a peculiar exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awesome. Who would have imagined, a crown is the item to choose.

My Depressed Fish carried a tomato that they would occasionally demolish. This seems a fairly surprising approach to life, to some, but not to the Fish, who thought that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a tomato is the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Fish needed a rubber chicken that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should be a fairly funny thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion it was sublime. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.

My Depressed Fish desperately wanted a piece of paper that they liked to put in the bath with him. It was considered to be an unusual exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is epic. You wouldnt have thought, a piece of paper was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Fish desperately looked for a big sponge that they liked to worship. One might say this is an astonishing idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, entertaining. Who would have imagined, a big sponge is the item to select.

My Depressed Fish craved for a spade that they would occasionally cuddle. It would be a weird thing to do, to my children, but not to the Fish, who considered it would be fun. Strangely, a spade is the thing to choose.