The Fat Monster

The Fat Monster desperately needed a bag of poop that they liked to put up their bum. It would have been a strange activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who felt that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop is the thing that was chosen.

The Fat Monster desperately wanted a ball that they would embrace. It should have been a fairly bizarre approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball was the thing that was chosen.

The Fat Monster looked for a cup that they would often smash. It would have been an extraordinary proposal, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have imagined, a cup was the item that was selected.

The Fat Monster always had with them a helmet that they would often try to balance on their head. It should be a fairly bizarre thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who considered that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a helmet was the thing that was selected.

The Fat Monster desperately craved for a wig to rub on his belly. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful action, to most, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a wig is the item to select.

The Fat Monster desperately searched for a hat that they would try to balance on their head. One might say this is a peculiar exercise, to most, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a hat is the item to choose.