The Red Giraffe

The Red Giraffe craved for a sponge that they sometimes demolish. One might find this to be a fairly curious proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Giraffe, who thought it would be awesome. Bizarrely, a sponge would be the item that was chosen.

The Red Giraffe desperately desired a magic 8 ball that they liked to put down their trousers. It might be a weird and wonderful thought, to my mum, but not to the Giraffe, who feels that this idea was out of this world. Strangely, a magic 8 ball is the thing to opt for.

The Red Giraffe found a magic 8 ball that they would often embrace. It might be a fairly curious undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball would be the thing that was chosen.

The Red Giraffe desperately searched for a ball that they liked to put on his head. This seems a different proposal, to my children, but not to the Giraffe, who felt that this idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a ball was the chosen thing.

The Red Giraffe desperately craved for a custard pie that they would occasionally share. It is a new exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Giraffe, who had decided that this idea was sublime. A custard pie being the thing selected.

The Red Giraffe had a cup that they would sometimes break. This seems a fairly exciting thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion it would be simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a cup is the thing to select.