My Troubled Pigeon

My Troubled Pigeon desperately needed a wig that they would sleep with. It would have been a fairly surprising exercise, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a wig was the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Pigeon always had with them a pen that they would play with. It might be an astonishing action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it would be simply life. Strangely, a pen would be the thing that was selected.

My Troubled Pigeon desperately wanted a rubber chicken to hug. It would be a fairly astonishing idea, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken would be the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Pigeon owned a pint of beer that they would smash. This seems a different action, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who feels it would be exciting. Who would have thought, a pint of beer being the thing selected.

My Troubled Pigeon desperately wanted a can of coke that they liked to embrace. It was considered to be a fairly extraordinary activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it would be sublime. Who would have imagined, a can of coke is the thing to opt for.

My Troubled Pigeon wanted a CD player that they would occasionally break. This might appear to be a fairly curious thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a CD player would be the thing that was chosen.