My Chinese Pigeon

My Chinese Pigeon searched for a set square that they sometimes hug. It should be a fairly weird thought, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have thought, a set square being the chosen thing.

My Chinese Pigeon always carried a CD player that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It might be a weird and wonderful action, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who feels it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a CD player is the thing to select.

My Chinese Pigeon craved for a custard pie that they would occasionally experiment on. It was an exciting undertaking, to many, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea was epic. A custard pie having that done to it

My Chinese Pigeon desperately desired a pencil sharpener that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been an unusual approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener is the item to choose.

My Chinese Pigeon desperately craved for a mug to cuddle. This is certainly a strange activity, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is breathtaking. Remarkably, a mug is the thing to choose.

My Chinese Pigeon wanted a can of Tango that they would sometimes eat. It is a fairly strange proposal, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea is epic. Bizarrely, a can of Tango was the item that was opted for.