Her Nervous Unicorn

Her Nervous Unicorn often carried a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally worship. It would be an exciting proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that it was in fact, fun. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

Her Nervous Unicorn looked for a bottle of beer that they would often worship. It would be a fairly curious approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a bottle of beer was the item that was selected.

Her Nervous Unicorn desperately desired a stapler that they liked to embrace. It is an odd operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is miraculous. Who would have thought, a stapler is the thing to choose.

Her Nervous Unicorn needed a lava lamp that they liked to put on his head. It is a fairly exciting idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Unicorn, who thought that this idea is miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a lava lamp would be the item that was opted for.

Her Nervous Unicorn always carried a cup that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a fairly curious thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Unicorn, who feels it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a cup is the thing to opt for.

Her Nervous Unicorn desperately desired a bat that they liked to sleep with. This might appear to be a strange exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed it would be miraculous. A bat is the thing to select.