My Red Sparrow desperately desired a teapot that they sometimes break. It would have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that this idea was sublime. A teapot was the item that was opted for.
My Red Sparrow always kept a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally break. It might have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Sparrow, who feels it was wonderous. Strangely, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was chosen.
My Red Sparrow carried a cucumber that they would occasionally drop. It might be a peculiar undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Sparrow, who considered that this idea is spectacular. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to choose.
My Red Sparrow desperately desired a melon that they sometimes eat. It might have been an exciting thing to do, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks that the idea was out of this world. Strangely, a melon would be the thing that was opted for.
My Red Sparrow desperately wanted a toilet brush that they would often put down their trousers. It would have been an odd approach to life, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush is the thing to choose.
My Red Sparrow had a bottle of coke that they sometimes sleep with. One might find this to be a somewhat surprising proposal, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided that this idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a bottle of coke was the item that was selected.