The Colourful Pigeon

The Colourful Pigeon desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they would sleep with. It was considered to be a surprising activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon was the item that was selected.

The Colourful Pigeon always kept a vibrator that they would share. This might appear to be a fairly odd activity, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a vibrator is the item that was chosen.

The Colourful Pigeon carried a sword that they would often drop. It is considered to be a fairly curious undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it would be spectacular. Honestly, a sword is the item that was chosen.

The Colourful Pigeon often carried a condom that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It would be a fairly bizarre activity, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a condom was the item that was selected.

The Colourful Pigeon desperately looked for a radiator that they would often share. It was an astonishing thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who expected it was simply life. Who would have thought, a radiator was the chosen thing.

The Colourful Pigeon desperately desired a stapler that they would occasionally break. One might consider this to be an astonishing idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was epic. Bizarrely, a stapler would be the thing that was selected.