The Crazy Sparrow desperately desired a custard pie that they sometimes experiment on. It would have been a different idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks that this idea was wonderful. Honestly, a custard pie is the item that was chosen.
The Crazy Sparrow desperately craved for a bag of poop that they sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a fairly odd thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop of all things.
The Crazy Sparrow desperately wanted a set square that they liked to experiment on. It might be a funny thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who felt that this idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a set square was the chosen item.
The Crazy Sparrow had a can of coke that they would drop. This seems a fairly astonishing approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a can of coke is the thing to choose.
The Crazy Sparrow desperately craved for a block of cheese that they liked to play with. It would be an exciting action, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the chosen thing.
The Crazy Sparrow found a cucumber that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It would be a new proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Sparrow, who thought that this idea is out of this world. Who would have thought, a cucumber being the chosen item.