My Purple Unicorn

My Purple Unicorn desperately searched for a big sponge that they liked to eat. It might have been a fairly different activity, to my children, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that this idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a big sponge would be the thing that was selected.

My Purple Unicorn searched for a mug that they liked to experiment on. It might be an exciting exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a mug would be the thing that was opted for.

My Purple Unicorn desperately searched for a bag of flour that they liked to sleep with. It would have been a curious exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed it would be fun. Bizarrely, a bag of flour being the chosen thing.

My Purple Unicorn desperately needed a big sponge that they sometimes sit and look at. It would be a different operation, to some, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that it was in fact, out of this world. Strangely, a big sponge was the item that was opted for.

My Purple Unicorn craved for a teapot that they would occasionally drop. It should have been a fairly strange thought, to many, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a teapot is the thing to select.

My Purple Unicorn had a bag of poop that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It should be a fairly new exercise, to you, but not to the Unicorn, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.