A Yellow Artist

A Yellow Artist often carried a sponge that they would sometimes drop. It was a strange suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who thought it was out of this world. Honestly, a sponge would be the item that was chosen.

A Yellow Artist carried a rubber chicken that they would occasionally hug. It was a fairly astonishing undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who expected it was exciting. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken was the item that was selected.

A Yellow Artist found a block of cheese that they liked to demolish. One might consider this to be a fairly unusual approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thought it was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese is the item that was chosen.

A Yellow Artist desperately wanted a helmet that they would put down their trousers. It would have been a different undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Remarkably, a helmet being the thing opted for.

A Yellow Artist owned a mug that they would sit and look at. It might be a peculiar idea, to some, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a mug was the thing that was opted for.

A Yellow Artist searched for a pen that they would sometimes break. It should have been a fairly peculiar activity, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a pen being the chosen thing.