My Blue Newt

My Blue Newt often carried a sponge that they would often break. This might appear to be an astonishing action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Newt, who thinks that the idea was breathtaking. A sponge being the thing opted for.

My Blue Newt needed a set square that they would occasionally demolish. It should be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Newt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awesome. A set square was the chosen item.

My Blue Newt desperately desired a set of lego that they would occasionally hug. It should have been an original operation, to me, but not to the Newt, who expected that it was in fact, simply life. A set of lego would be the item that was chosen.

My Blue Newt desperately desired a chocolate bar that they would occasionally cuddle. It might have been an odd exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Newt, who thinks it was out of this world. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar of all things.

My Blue Newt carried a pint of beer that they would occasionally demolish. This could be considered a new idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Newt, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a pint of beer was the thing that was selected.

My Blue Newt often carried a can of coke that they would rub on his belly. It should be a bizarre thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Newt, who felt that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of coke was the chosen item.