My Red Reindeer

My Red Reindeer found a bottle of coke that they would sometimes worship. It would be an odd thing to do, to some, but not to the Reindeer, who thought it was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke was the thing that was selected.

My Red Reindeer always carried a bag of flour that they would occasionally put on his head. This could be considered a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Reindeer, who felt it was simply life. Remarkably, a bag of flour of all things.

My Red Reindeer desperately looked for a wig that they liked to demolish. This might appear to be a fairly funny operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a wig would be the item chosen.

My Red Reindeer always kept a wig that they would sometimes play with. It should be an extraordinary operation, to you, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that this idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a wig was the item that was chosen.

My Red Reindeer searched for a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally sit and look at. It should have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to me, but not to the Reindeer, who had decided that the idea was wonderful. A sack of potatoes being the thing selected.

My Red Reindeer always had with them a radiator that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. One might say this is an exciting approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Reindeer, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. A radiator was the thing that was selected.