A Energetic Elf

A Energetic Elf desperately wanted a pen that they would embrace. It should be a surprising exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who feels that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a pen would be the thing that was opted for.

A Energetic Elf desired a custard pie to drop. One might consider this to be an exciting operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who considered that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a custard pie being the thing selected.

A Energetic Elf desperately craved for a mug that they would occasionally sleep with. This seems to be a fairly weird approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who thought it would be wonderful. A mug would be the item chosen.

A Energetic Elf needed a rubber chicken that they sometimes throw. This is certainly a fairly funny thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who assumed it would be amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken of all things.

A Energetic Elf desperately desired a sponge to eat. It might have been a fairly original activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who thought that the idea was epic. Honestly, a sponge of all things.

A Energetic Elf often carried a sack of potatoes that they liked to insert somewhere. One might find this to be a new idea, to my dad, but not to the Elf, who feels that this idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was chosen.