My Confused Bird

My Confused Bird searched for a pen that they would sometimes eat. It might have been an odd suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Bird, who feels it was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a pen would be the item chosen.

My Confused Bird desperately wanted a ball to try to nail to the wall. It might be a fairly peculiar idea, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. Strangely, a ball is the thing that was chosen.

My Confused Bird always kept a ball that they would often demolish. It would have been a bizarre action, to my mum, but not to the Bird, who assumed it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a ball was the thing that was opted for.

My Confused Bird had a bag of poop that they liked to eat. It might be a somewhat surprising proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Bird, who feels it was epic. Strangely, a bag of poop was the chosen item.

My Confused Bird always kept a mug that they liked to worship. It should be a fairly original activity, to some, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a mug having that done to it

My Confused Bird often carried a spade that they liked to share. It is an unusual exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Bird, who thinks that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have thought, a spade being the thing selected.