The Anxious Pigeon desperately searched for a big sponge that they would sometimes cuddle. It would have been a new undertaking, to you, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea was sublime. Honestly, a big sponge would be the chosen thing.
The Anxious Pigeon often carried a pint of cider that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a different idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider being the thing selected.
The Anxious Pigeon owned a rubber chicken that they sometimes worship. It should have been a fairly weird undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks that it was in fact, miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken being the item selected.
The Anxious Pigeon needed a can of Tango that they would sometimes experiment on. This could be considered a fairly exciting thing to do, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that the idea was stunning. A can of Tango is the thing to select.
The Anxious Pigeon needed a cup that they sometimes throw. This could be considered a fairly different proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was stunning. Honestly, a cup would be the item that was selected.
The Anxious Pigeon desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they liked to embrace. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing activity, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. Strangely, a rubber chicken being the thing selected.