My Depressed Eagle

My Depressed Eagle desperately desired a CD player that they liked to share. One might say this is an unusual approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Eagle, who assumed that this idea is breathtaking. Strangely, a CD player is the item to select.

My Depressed Eagle always carried a bag of flour that they would occasionally throw. It was considered to be a fairly different undertaking, to my children, but not to the Eagle, who had decided that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Eagle desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they would often put up their bum. It was a new activity, to my mum, but not to the Eagle, who feels that it was in fact, spectacular. A rubber chicken is the thing to select.

My Depressed Eagle desperately craved for a CD player that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might have been a peculiar suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Eagle, who thinks that this idea is spectacular. Honestly, a CD player would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Eagle always had with them a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally drop. This seems to be a bizarre proposal, to me, but not to the Eagle, who expected it would be magnificent. Honestly, a pencil sharpener being the chosen thing.

My Depressed Eagle desperately desired a piece of paper that they would drop. It is considered to be a fairly unusual idea, to me and my children, but not to the Eagle, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. Honestly, a piece of paper of all things.