His Depressed Monster

His Depressed Monster always kept a helmet that they would try to balance on their head. This is certainly an odd activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who felt it would be spectacular. Strangely, a helmet is the thing to opt for.

His Depressed Monster wanted a crown to put down their trousers. It was a fairly new exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who thought that this idea is simply life. A crown is the thing to select.

His Depressed Monster desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This seems a fairly curious action, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who felt that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a rubber chicken being the chosen thing.

His Depressed Monster desperately looked for a spade that they sometimes embrace. It would be a weird activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea is entertaining. Remarkably, a spade being the item opted for.

His Depressed Monster often carried a can of Dr Pepper that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a curious suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper being the item opted for.

His Depressed Monster desperately wanted a wig that they would sometimes cuddle. This seems an exciting approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who thinks that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a wig is the thing to select.