My Magical Worm

My Magical Worm desperately wanted a teapot that they sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly new activity, to most, but not to the Worm, who assumed that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a teapot is the thing to choose.

My Magical Worm desperately searched for a vibrator that they would occasionally put on his head. This could be considered a funny undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, epic. Remarkably, a vibrator being the thing selected.

My Magical Worm found a radiator that they would occasionally eat. This is certainly a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Worm, who thought that it was in fact, fun. Who would have thought, a radiator is the thing to choose.

My Magical Worm always carried a pint of beer that they liked to rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly original activity, to you, but not to the Worm, who expected it was stunning. Remarkably, a pint of beer being the item selected.

My Magical Worm looked for a CD player that they sometimes throw. It would have been a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Worm, who had decided that this idea is wonderous. Honestly, a CD player is the thing to choose.

My Magical Worm owned a can of Dr Pepper that they would try to nail to the wall. It is an extraordinary action, to some, but not to the Worm, who thought it was fun. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper would be the item chosen.