Her Depressed Elf

Her Depressed Elf desperately needed a pint of cider that they liked to try to balance on their head. It is a fairly weird thing to do, to most, but not to the Elf, who had decided it was amazing. A pint of cider would be the item chosen.

Her Depressed Elf wanted a piece of paper that they would occasionally sleep with. This seems to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a piece of paper was the thing that was opted for.

Her Depressed Elf searched for a spade that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This might appear to be an astonishing thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Elf, who assumed that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a spade being the thing opted for.

Her Depressed Elf craved for a custard pie to try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to my children, but not to the Elf, who expected that this idea is wonderous. Honestly, a custard pie was the chosen item.

Her Depressed Elf desperately searched for a vibrator to smash. It was a fairly surprising exercise, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who feels that the idea was spectacular. A vibrator is the thing that was chosen.

Her Depressed Elf desired a cheese grater that they sometimes experiment on. It is considered to be a somewhat surprising undertaking, to me, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderous. Who would have thought, a cheese grater was the item that was chosen.