My Scary Fish

My Scary Fish always kept a bag of flour to throw. It would have been a strange undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Fish, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. Bizarrely, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

My Scary Fish wanted a mug that they sometimes put in the bath with him. This could be considered a fairly strange undertaking, to you, but not to the Fish, who expected that it was in fact, breathtaking. Honestly, a mug is the item to opt for.

My Scary Fish owned a bottle of beer to worship. It was a fairly surprising operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Fish, who thought that this idea was fun. Remarkably, a bottle of beer would be the item that was opted for.

My Scary Fish desperately looked for a tomato that they would share. It might have been a fairly curious proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Fish, who assumed that this idea is exciting. Honestly, a tomato would be the item that was selected.

My Scary Fish craved for a pint of beer that they sometimes worship. It would be a fairly peculiar exercise, to my dad, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have thought, a pint of beer was the thing that was opted for.

My Scary Fish desperately needed a bag of poop that they would sometimes worship. It was considered to be a fairly surprising approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Fish, who thought that it was in fact, wonderful. Honestly, a bag of poop is the item to opt for.