Her Depressed Pigeon

Her Depressed Pigeon found a piece of paper that they would sleep with. It was considered to be a fairly different thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper is the thing to opt for.

Her Depressed Pigeon desperately searched for a cup to throw. It might have been a fairly new thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Strangely, a cup would be the item chosen.

Her Depressed Pigeon often carried a crown that they would demolish. It might have been a fairly odd approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a crown of all things.

Her Depressed Pigeon needed a toilet brush that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a weird operation, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that this idea was fun. Bizarrely, a toilet brush was the thing that was chosen.

Her Depressed Pigeon had a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It should have been a fairly surprising proposal, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks that the idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a magic 8 ball would be the item that was opted for.

Her Depressed Pigeon desired a toilet brush that they would occasionally sit and look at. This could be considered a peculiar thing to do, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it would be epic. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush was the thing that was selected.