Her Fucking Eagle

Her Fucking Eagle needed a painting of a melon that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a weird operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Eagle, who considered that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Eagle desperately craved for a crown that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It would have been an unusual suggestion, to many, but not to the Eagle, who had decided that it was in fact, wonderous. Strangely, a crown was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Eagle desperately needed a bag of flour that they would often put up their bum. This seems to be a fairly funny action, to my grandma, but not to the Eagle, who had decided that this idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a bag of flour being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Eagle desperately searched for a CD player that they would often experiment on. This seems a fairly peculiar activity, to some, but not to the Eagle, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a CD player was the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Eagle desperately wanted a pint of cider that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Eagle, who expected that the idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a pint of cider was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Eagle desperately needed a cucumber that they sometimes demolish. This seems to be a fairly different activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Eagle, who expected that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a cucumber would be the item chosen.