My Foolish Bird

My Foolish Bird desperately looked for a mug that they sometimes sleep with. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful action, to me and my parents, but not to the Bird, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a mug being the chosen item.

My Foolish Bird desired a sword that they would play with. It was considered to be a different thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Bird, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Bizarrely, a sword of all things.

My Foolish Bird always had with them a ball that they would occasionally eat. It might be a fairly exciting exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Bird, who thinks that this idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a ball was the chosen item.

My Foolish Bird desperately desired a bottle of beer that they would demolish. It would have been an original operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Bird, who felt it was exciting. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer would be the item that was chosen.

My Foolish Bird owned a mug that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been an original thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Bird, who considered that this idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a mug was the thing that was opted for.

My Foolish Bird needed a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally throw. It would be an unusual approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who thought that this idea is awesome. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the item that was opted for.