Her Crypting Newt

Her Crypting Newt craved for a melon to sit and look at. It is a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me, but not to the Newt, who thinks it was fun. Who would have thought, a melon is the thing to select.

Her Crypting Newt desperately craved for a cucumber that they would occasionally drop. One might say this is an odd proposal, to you and me, but not to the Newt, who thought it was epic. Remarkably, a cucumber was the item that was chosen.

Her Crypting Newt desperately needed a can of Tango that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems a different action, to many, but not to the Newt, who assumed that this idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a can of Tango of all things.

Her Crypting Newt desired a pencil sharpener that they liked to hug. It should have been a fairly original thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Newt, who thought that the idea was miraculous. A pencil sharpener would be the chosen thing.

Her Crypting Newt wanted a pint of cider that they would sometimes smash. It would be an odd suggestion, to me, but not to the Newt, who assumed it was amazing. Strangely, a pint of cider was the item that was opted for.

Her Crypting Newt desperately desired a can of Tango that they would often play with. It might be an astonishing undertaking, to some, but not to the Newt, who had come to the conclusion it was stunning. Strangely, a can of Tango is the thing to choose.