Their Red Sparrow

Their Red Sparrow desperately looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It would have been a fairly funny thought, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper was the chosen item.

Their Red Sparrow desperately looked for a bag of poop that they sometimes sleep with. It should have been a fairly unusual proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the item chosen.

Their Red Sparrow looked for a ball that they would often insert somewhere. It is considered to be a different suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who felt that it was in fact, miraculous. Strangely, a ball is the thing that was chosen.

Their Red Sparrow desperately desired a painting of a melon that they would hug. One might consider this to be an extraordinary exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. Honestly, a painting of a melon was the thing that was opted for.

Their Red Sparrow desperately desired a melon that they sometimes put down their trousers. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Sparrow, who considered it was wonderful. Remarkably, a melon would be the thing that was selected.

Their Red Sparrow desperately looked for a Harry Potter wand that they liked to put on his head. One might find this to be a curious thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand is the thing to opt for.