Her Depressed Pigeon

Her Depressed Pigeon desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they sometimes sleep with. It might have been an astonishing thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Strangely, a sack of potatoes is the thing that was chosen.

Her Depressed Pigeon desperately wanted a set square that they would occasionally play with. It should have been a fairly curious thought, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it would be out of this world. Strangely, a set square would be the item that was opted for.

Her Depressed Pigeon always had with them a bag of poop that they would sometimes break. It might be a bizarre activity, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea is out of this world. Strangely, a bag of poop was the thing that was chosen.

Her Depressed Pigeon desperately desired a bottle of beer to demolish. It should have been an unusual idea, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it would be wonderous. Honestly, a bottle of beer was the item that was selected.

Her Depressed Pigeon craved for a big sponge that they liked to drop. This seems to be a fairly weird activity, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea was entertaining. Strangely, a big sponge is the item that was chosen.

Her Depressed Pigeon always carried a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to try to balance on their head. It should have been a strange thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper being the thing selected.