My Angry Pet

My Angry Pet looked for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It might be an original suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Pet, who thought it was simply life. Honestly, a painting of a melon was the chosen thing.

My Angry Pet looked for a block of cheese that they would sometimes experiment on. It should have been a different approach to life, to many, but not to the Pet, who assumed it would be entertaining. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese was the chosen item.

My Angry Pet searched for a wig that they would insert somewhere. One might find this to be a weird operation, to some, but not to the Pet, who had come to the conclusion it was sublime. A wig having that done to it

My Angry Pet desperately craved for a bag of poop that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It might have been an original operation, to my grandma, but not to the Pet, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a bag of poop being the thing selected.

My Angry Pet desperately craved for a set square that they would drop. One might say this is a fairly funny suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Pet, who assumed that this idea was sublime. A set square is the thing to select.

My Angry Pet looked for a helmet that they would occasionally embrace. It might have been a surprising exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pet, who considered that the idea was fun. Strangely, a helmet being the thing selected.