My Big Newt

My Big Newt craved for a little monkey that they would smash. It was a bizarre operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Newt, who had decided that the idea was stunning. A little monkey was the item that was chosen.

My Big Newt craved for a little monkey that they liked to hug. It should be a weird and wonderful action, to my grandma, but not to the Newt, who feels that it was in fact, stunning. Strangely, a little monkey having that done to it

My Big Newt owned a big sponge that they liked to try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be an extraordinary proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Newt, who thinks that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have thought, a big sponge would be the item that was chosen.

My Big Newt always kept a can of Dr Pepper to rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly peculiar suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Newt, who thinks it was spectacular. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was chosen.

My Big Newt desperately craved for a wig that they would sometimes cuddle. This seems a fairly peculiar suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Newt, who expected it was fun. Honestly, a wig being the thing opted for.

My Big Newt desperately needed a pint of beer to hug. It should be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to you and me, but not to the Newt, who feels that the idea was awesome. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.