My Red Bird

My Red Bird desperately searched for a pencil sharpener that they would put down their trousers. It would have been a fairly peculiar operation, to some, but not to the Bird, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was selected.

My Red Bird desperately looked for a condom that they sometimes worship. This seems a funny approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Bird, who thinks that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a condom was the chosen thing.

My Red Bird often carried a crown that they sometimes smash. It should be a weird action, to me, but not to the Bird, who expected that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown being the chosen thing.

My Red Bird desperately craved for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might consider this to be a surprising suggestion, to me, but not to the Bird, who assumed it was wonderous. Strangely, a bottle of wine is the thing to choose.

My Red Bird craved for a bag of poop that they would throw. It might have been a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Bird, who thought that it was in fact, magnificent. Remarkably, a bag of poop is the item that was chosen.

My Red Bird always kept a rubber chicken that they would sometimes smash. One might consider this to be a fairly strange thought, to my grandma, but not to the Bird, who felt it would be fun. Strangely, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.