My Foolish Monster

My Foolish Monster desperately wanted a block of cheese to smash. It should be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.

My Foolish Monster craved for a rubber chicken to throw. This is certainly a fairly strange approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a rubber chicken is the item that was chosen.

My Foolish Monster desperately craved for a bag of flour that they would occasionally smash. This could be considered an exciting thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a bag of flour would be the item that was selected.

My Foolish Monster desperately looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This seems to be a different thought, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a can of Dr Pepper being the chosen thing.

My Foolish Monster needed a painting of a melon that they would often put up their bum. It would be a fairly extraordinary operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon being the item opted for.

My Foolish Monster always carried a custard pie that they liked to smash. This seems to be a fairly original suggestion, to some, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the thing that was opted for.