The Depressed Pigeon

The Depressed Pigeon needed a teapot that they would occasionally embrace. It might be a fairly extraordinary action, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a teapot was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Pigeon desperately desired a computer that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been a funny approach to life, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a computer is the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Pigeon carried a set square that they liked to try to balance on their head. It should be a fairly strange activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, fun. Bizarrely, a set square was the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Pigeon desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they would hug. This seems to be a fairly funny thing to do, to many, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer would be the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Pigeon desired a toilet brush that they would sometimes throw. It would be a fairly peculiar idea, to many, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a toilet brush was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Pigeon desperately desired a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally embrace. One might find this to be a surprising thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea is wonderous. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the item to choose.