Her Confused Viper

Her Confused Viper desperately wanted a toilet brush that they sometimes sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to you, but not to the Viper, who expected that it was in fact, miraculous. A toilet brush was the thing that was selected.

Her Confused Viper needed a tomato that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It might have been a fairly curious exercise, to my children, but not to the Viper, who thought that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a tomato is the thing to select.

Her Confused Viper owned a cucumber that they liked to play with. It might be an exciting undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Viper, who felt it would be breathtaking. Honestly, a cucumber was the chosen thing.

Her Confused Viper owned a rubber chicken that they would occasionally demolish. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to my grandma, but not to the Viper, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. A rubber chicken would be the item that was chosen.

Her Confused Viper needed a bottle of beer that they would often sleep with. It should be an odd exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Viper, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer being the thing selected.

Her Confused Viper always had with them a tomato to drop. It was an exciting approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Viper, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a tomato would be the thing that was selected.