My Purple Pigeon

My Purple Pigeon desperately craved for a cucumber that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly curious idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a cucumber being the chosen item.

My Purple Pigeon craved for a bag of poop that they liked to put up their bum. It might be a weird and wonderful suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the item that was opted for.

My Purple Pigeon often carried a little monkey that they would often rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly new action, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it would be miraculous. A little monkey was the item that was selected.

My Purple Pigeon wanted a bag of poop that they sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been a weird and wonderful proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it would be fun. A bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

My Purple Pigeon always had with them a chocolate bar that they would often throw. This seems to be an extraordinary thought, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a chocolate bar being the chosen thing.

My Purple Pigeon desired a little monkey that they liked to cuddle. It would be a fairly odd exercise, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a little monkey of all things.