The Depressed Sparrow

The Depressed Sparrow often carried a lava lamp to rub on his belly. It might be a fairly curious exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that it was in fact, amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a lava lamp was the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Sparrow desired a lava lamp to smash. One might find this to be an astonishing exercise, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a lava lamp was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Sparrow owned a bottle of wine to put up their bum. One might find this to be a fairly odd exercise, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that the idea was epic. Strangely, a bottle of wine is the item to choose.

The Depressed Sparrow desperately craved for a pint of cider that they would sit and look at. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, entertaining. Remarkably, a pint of cider was the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Sparrow desired a lava lamp that they would worship. One might say this is an astonishing action, to me and my children, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Who would have thought, a lava lamp would be the thing that was opted for.

The Depressed Sparrow often carried a cup that they would occasionally smash. It would be a new activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that this idea was exciting. Honestly, a cup is the item that was chosen.