Their Fucking Unicorn

Their Fucking Unicorn owned a rubber chicken to experiment on. One might find this to be a funny undertaking, to my children, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a rubber chicken is the item to opt for.

Their Fucking Unicorn had a crown that they liked to put down their trousers. This could be considered a funny activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion it was exciting. Who would have imagined, a crown was the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Unicorn desperately looked for a set of lego that they would smash. It might be a fairly bizarre idea, to me, but not to the Unicorn, who expected it was wonderous. A set of lego is the thing to opt for.

Their Fucking Unicorn always kept a set square that they would try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a curious approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that this idea was awesome. Strangely, a set square would be the thing that was selected.

Their Fucking Unicorn looked for a hat that they liked to worship. It might have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Unicorn, who thought that this idea was fun. Remarkably, a hat was the item that was chosen.

Their Fucking Unicorn desperately craved for a bag of flour that they sometimes break. This could be considered an unusual proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who thought that it was in fact, wonderful. Bizarrely, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.