His Red Artist

His Red Artist desperately desired a melon that they would occasionally experiment on. It is considered to be a fairly bizarre proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who feels it would be fun. A melon was the chosen thing.

His Red Artist desperately craved for a ball to put in the bath with him. It should be a peculiar thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who assumed it would be awesome. Honestly, a ball is the item to select.

His Red Artist owned a ball that they liked to drop. This might appear to be a new operation, to many, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea was miraculous. Strangely, a ball was the thing that was opted for.

His Red Artist desperately needed a bag of poop to eat. It was a fairly weird operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was awesome. A bag of poop was the chosen thing.

His Red Artist carried a magic 8 ball that they sometimes put on his head. This might appear to be an odd idea, to you, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. Strangely, a magic 8 ball was the item that was opted for.

His Red Artist always had with them a bottle of beer to put in the bath with him. It is considered to be an odd undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer is the thing to opt for.