My Bum Loving Pigeon desperately wanted a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes put on his head. This might appear to be a fairly different thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that this idea is miraculous. A magic 8 ball was the item that was selected.
My Bum Loving Pigeon desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes throw. This seems a surprising approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that it was in fact, fun. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes having that done to it
My Bum Loving Pigeon desperately searched for a pen that they would embrace. It would have been a fairly funny idea, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it was fun. Bizarrely, a pen is the thing to opt for.
My Bum Loving Pigeon desperately craved for a pen that they would sometimes drop. It would have been a fairly bizarre thought, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a pen would be the thing that was chosen.
My Bum Loving Pigeon desperately looked for a cheese grater that they would worship. It is considered to be a weird and wonderful exercise, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that this idea is magnificent. Who would have thought, a cheese grater is the thing that was chosen.
My Bum Loving Pigeon desired a sponge that they liked to throw. It should be an astonishing activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it would be wonderful. Bizarrely, a sponge would be the thing that was selected.