My Orange Pigeon

My Orange Pigeon always had with them a piece of paper that they liked to share. It might have been a weird and wonderful activity, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who feels it was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a piece of paper was the item that was opted for.

My Orange Pigeon desperately needed a teapot that they would share. It is a fairly funny activity, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who felt it was miraculous. Remarkably, a teapot was the chosen item.

My Orange Pigeon craved for a block of cheese that they sometimes drop. It is an odd thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. A block of cheese is the thing that was chosen.

My Orange Pigeon needed a teapot that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This seems a fairly different thought, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. Honestly, a teapot would be the thing that was opted for.

My Orange Pigeon desired a spade that they would occasionally hug. It would have been a fairly original thing to do, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that this idea is the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a spade would be the thing that was opted for.

My Orange Pigeon looked for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes throw. This might appear to be a strange proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that this idea was epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken being the item selected.