Their Square Woodpecker

Their Square Woodpecker wanted a stretchman that they liked to rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly peculiar undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Woodpecker, who thought it was wonderous. Who would have thought, a stretchman is the thing to select.

Their Square Woodpecker desperately desired a pen that they would cuddle. One might consider this to be a weird approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Woodpecker, who thinks it would be wonderous. Who would have thought, a pen being the chosen thing.

Their Square Woodpecker desperately desired a painting of a melon that they would drop. It would be a fairly new idea, to me, but not to the Woodpecker, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon is the item to opt for.

Their Square Woodpecker desperately craved for a cucumber that they would sometimes put up their bum. It would have been a fairly surprising action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Woodpecker, who thought that this idea was amazing. A cucumber was the thing that was selected.

Their Square Woodpecker owned a ball to share. It might have been a fairly curious thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Woodpecker, who had come to the conclusion it was simply life. Strangely, a ball was the item that was chosen.

Their Square Woodpecker owned a pint of beer that they sometimes play with. It would be a fairly surprising proposal, to some, but not to the Woodpecker, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awe-inspring. A pint of beer being the item selected.