Her Depressed Fisherman

Her Depressed Fisherman carried a painting of a melon that they liked to smash. This seems a fairly funny suggestion, to you, but not to the Fisherman, who felt it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon was the thing that was chosen.

Her Depressed Fisherman desperately searched for a pint of cider that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It might be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to most, but not to the Fisherman, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a pint of cider was the thing that was selected.

Her Depressed Fisherman carried a bag of flour that they sometimes share. It should be a fairly odd operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Fisherman, who thought that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have thought, a bag of flour was the chosen thing.

Her Depressed Fisherman desperately desired a CD player that they liked to put on his head. It might be a fairly odd suggestion, to most, but not to the Fisherman, who had decided that it was in fact, miraculous. Who would have imagined, a CD player would be the thing that was selected.

Her Depressed Fisherman wanted a pen to share. It might have been a weird exercise, to my mum, but not to the Fisherman, who felt that it was in fact, spectacular. Strangely, a pen being the item opted for.

Her Depressed Fisherman craved for a bag of flour to put in the bath with him. It might have been an extraordinary thought, to me and my children, but not to the Fisherman, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour was the thing that was selected.