My Nervous Fish

My Nervous Fish desperately looked for a pencil sharpener to sit and look at. This seems a somewhat surprising exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Fish, who feels that this idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener of all things.

My Nervous Fish searched for a big sponge that they would sometimes embrace. It was considered to be an extraordinary action, to my grandma, but not to the Fish, who feels it would be fun. Strangely, a big sponge having that done to it

My Nervous Fish wanted a pencil sharpener that they would often play with. It should be a fairly strange thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Fish, who had decided that this idea is miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener would be the item that was opted for.

My Nervous Fish craved for a sponge that they would sometimes embrace. It should be a fairly strange suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a sponge would be the item that was chosen.

My Nervous Fish wanted a toilet brush that they liked to break. It was a fairly astonishing idea, to my grandma, but not to the Fish, who thought that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a toilet brush is the thing to opt for.

My Nervous Fish desperately desired a wig that they would often cuddle. It was considered to be a fairly strange undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Fish, who thought that this idea is fun. Bizarrely, a wig was the thing that was chosen.