My Eccentric Servant

My Eccentric Servant desired a bag of poop to drop. One might consider this to be a fairly odd activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Servant, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop being the thing selected.

My Eccentric Servant desperately craved for a sword that they liked to hug. One might consider this to be a strange exercise, to my children, but not to the Servant, who expected it was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a sword is the item to opt for.

My Eccentric Servant needed a big sponge that they would occasionally play with. This could be considered a fairly strange thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Servant, who thought it was simply life. Bizarrely, a big sponge was the thing that was selected.

My Eccentric Servant always had with them a pint of cider that they would put on his head. It might be a curious idea, to me, but not to the Servant, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider was the item that was opted for.

My Eccentric Servant always carried a bag of flour that they would occasionally experiment on. It would be an astonishing exercise, to most, but not to the Servant, who thought that the idea was epic. Bizarrely, a bag of flour would be the item chosen.

My Eccentric Servant desperately wanted a can of Tango to embrace. This seems a fairly funny action, to you and me, but not to the Servant, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a can of Tango being the thing selected.