My Colourful Pigeon

My Colourful Pigeon desperately needed a pen that they would sometimes embrace. It might have been a different approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a pen is the item that was chosen.

My Colourful Pigeon always had with them a mug that they sometimes sit and look at. One might consider this to be an exciting undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have thought, a mug would be the item that was selected.

My Colourful Pigeon desperately needed a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a strange action, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball was the item that was opted for.

My Colourful Pigeon had a block of cheese that they liked to rub on his belly. It would be an astonishing suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea is epic. Bizarrely, a block of cheese would be the item chosen.

My Colourful Pigeon carried a bottle of beer that they would eat. It would be an original exercise, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that the idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a bottle of beer being the thing opted for.

My Colourful Pigeon desperately needed a cucumber that they liked to put on his head. It might be a somewhat surprising action, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it would be wonderful. Strangely, a cucumber is the thing to select.