His Little King owned a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It might have been an astonishing thought, to most, but not to the King, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

His Little King always kept a stapler that they sometimes play with. This might appear to be a peculiar idea, to me and my parents, but not to the King, who had decided that this idea was simply life. A stapler would be the item chosen.

His Little King desperately desired a bottle of beer to put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the King, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer was the chosen thing.

His Little King had a wig that they would occasionally eat. It should be a fairly astonishing activity, to many, but not to the King, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. A wig being the chosen thing.

His Little King craved for a painting of a melon to demolish. This could be considered a new proposal, to you and me, but not to the King, who considered that it was in fact, spectacular. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon would be the item that was opted for.

His Little King carried a piece of paper that they would often play with. It should be a funny thought, to my dad, but not to the King, who thinks that this idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a piece of paper is the item that was chosen.

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