His Depressed Unicorn

His Depressed Unicorn desired a helmet that they would occasionally sit and look at. This is certainly a strange exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a helmet would be the item that was chosen.

His Depressed Unicorn looked for a pen that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly surprising idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. Honestly, a pen being the chosen thing.

His Depressed Unicorn wanted a pint of cider that they liked to put on his head. It is a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who thought that the idea was fun. A pint of cider is the thing to opt for.

His Depressed Unicorn craved for a toilet brush that they would often worship. One might say this is a different exercise, to you, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Strangely, a toilet brush was the item that was opted for.

His Depressed Unicorn always had with them a bat that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It was a fairly astonishing thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a bat was the thing that was opted for.

His Depressed Unicorn always carried a custard pie that they liked to put on his head. This could be considered a curious exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that it was in fact, fun. Strangely, a custard pie was the item that was selected.