My Depressed Chimp

My Depressed Chimp needed a big sponge that they sometimes experiment on. It was an extraordinary approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Chimp, who assumed it would be miraculous. Bizarrely, a big sponge is the thing to opt for.

My Depressed Chimp searched for a tomato that they liked to eat. It should be an astonishing thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Chimp, who thinks it was epic. Bizarrely, a tomato was the chosen item.

My Depressed Chimp owned a big sponge that they sometimes sit and look at. This is certainly a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Chimp, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was epic. A big sponge would be the item chosen.

My Depressed Chimp needed a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Chimp, who thinks that this idea was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener would be the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Chimp carried a cheese grater that they would throw. It should have been a fairly bizarre approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Chimp, who expected it was exciting. Remarkably, a cheese grater being the thing opted for.

My Depressed Chimp desperately desired a teapot that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems a somewhat surprising thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Chimp, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot would be the item that was chosen.