Her Chinese Monster

Her Chinese Monster looked for a set square that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might find this to be a fairly unusual thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who thinks it would be entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a set square would be the item chosen.

Her Chinese Monster searched for a bag of poop that they liked to throw. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who thinks it was awesome. Remarkably, a bag of poop is the item to opt for.

Her Chinese Monster looked for a can of coke that they would occasionally hug. One might say this is a fairly new approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a can of coke would be the item chosen.

Her Chinese Monster desperately desired a stretchman that they would embrace. It was a fairly bizarre approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who assumed that this idea is amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman was the chosen thing.

Her Chinese Monster desperately desired a pen that they would often throw. This seems a strange action, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a pen is the thing to opt for.

Her Chinese Monster desperately craved for a block of cheese that they would sometimes share. It is an odd thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who thought that this idea is sublime. A block of cheese would be the item that was chosen.