Her Tired Monkey

Her Tired Monkey always kept a little monkey that they would sometimes cuddle. This could be considered a different action, to you, but not to the Monkey, who thinks it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a little monkey was the thing that was selected.

Her Tired Monkey needed a bag of poop that they sometimes drop. It might have been an astonishing operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monkey, who thought that the idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a bag of poop of all things.

Her Tired Monkey found a teapot that they would play with. It is considered to be an extraordinary operation, to me and my children, but not to the Monkey, who considered that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot being the thing selected.

Her Tired Monkey desperately craved for a cucumber that they would sometimes put on his head. It was considered to be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Monkey, who expected that the idea was stunning. A cucumber was the chosen thing.

Her Tired Monkey desperately looked for a melon that they sometimes share. It is a fairly surprising operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monkey, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a melon is the thing to choose.

Her Tired Monkey carried a pint of cider that they sometimes smash. It should be a fairly weird action, to my dad, but not to the Monkey, who thinks that this idea is simply life. Strangely, a pint of cider was the item that was opted for.