Her Big Artist

Her Big Artist desperately looked for a pint of cider that they would embrace. It was a fairly surprising undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a pint of cider was the thing that was opted for.

Her Big Artist always carried a cup to hug. It would be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to me, but not to the Artist, who thinks that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Honestly, a cup was the chosen item.

Her Big Artist needed a helmet that they liked to rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly astonishing idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a helmet being the item opted for.

Her Big Artist desperately searched for a rubber johnny that they would occasionally put on his head. This might appear to be an extraordinary approach to life, to me, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was stunning. A rubber johnny was the thing that was chosen.

Her Big Artist always carried a pen that they liked to experiment on. It would be a fairly bizarre undertaking, to my children, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was sublime. A pen being the chosen thing.

Her Big Artist always had with them a rubber chicken that they liked to rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly original suggestion, to some, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a rubber chicken would be the chosen thing.