The Anxious Artist

The Anxious Artist desperately craved for a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes throw. This might appear to be a fairly peculiar activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who thought it would be epic. You wouldnt have thought, a Harry Potter wand is the item that was chosen.

The Anxious Artist carried a tomato that they sometimes rub on his belly. This seems to be a fairly original thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a tomato would be the chosen thing.

The Anxious Artist owned a ball that they liked to play with. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to most, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball is the item that was chosen.

The Anxious Artist searched for a custard pie that they would often throw. It might have been a curious undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

The Anxious Artist found a big sponge to throw. One might find this to be a bizarre activity, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. Strangely, a big sponge would be the thing that was chosen.

The Anxious Artist looked for a hat that they liked to put up their bum. It was considered to be a weird approach to life, to some, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a hat was the chosen thing.