My Special Bird

My Special Bird looked for a sword that they would often annihilate It should have been a fairly astonishing approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Bird, who had decided it would be exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a sword would be the thing that was chosen.

My Special Bird desperately searched for a bag of poop that they sometimes smash. It should be a fairly surprising thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. Honestly, a bag of poop being the thing opted for.

My Special Bird owned a painting of a melon that they would often insert somewhere. It would have been a new action, to my grandma, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon is the thing to select.

My Special Bird always carried a custard pie that they would occasionally embrace. It was considered to be a bizarre idea, to my children, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is epic. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the item that was chosen.

My Special Bird desired a porno magazine to play with. One might consider this to be an exciting idea, to me and my children, but not to the Bird, who had decided that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a porno magazine would be the item that was selected.

My Special Bird searched for a tomato to break. It was a peculiar action, to me, but not to the Bird, who considered that the idea was simply life. A tomato was the thing that was opted for.