The Depressed Bird

The Depressed Bird desperately wanted a ball that they would put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly different thought, to me, but not to the Bird, who felt it would be sublime. Who would have thought, a ball is the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Bird desperately looked for a bag of flour that they would occasionally worship. One might consider this to be a weird thought, to my grandma, but not to the Bird, who felt it would be exciting. A bag of flour was the item that was opted for.

The Depressed Bird found a crown that they sometimes hug. It should be a fairly curious suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Bird, who had decided it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown was the item that was opted for.

The Depressed Bird desperately craved for a pint of cider that they would often play with. It is considered to be a funny thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Bird, who had decided it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider having that done to it

The Depressed Bird desperately craved for a bottle of coke that they would worship. This could be considered a fairly strange thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke would be the thing that was chosen.

The Depressed Bird desperately searched for a cup to insert somewhere. It would be a fairly different action, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a cup being the item opted for.