My Scary Pigeon

My Scary Pigeon often carried a magic 8 ball that they sometimes throw. It was considered to be an extraordinary proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a magic 8 ball being the thing selected.

My Scary Pigeon found a little monkey that they sometimes put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly bizarre undertaking, to you, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a little monkey having that done to it

My Scary Pigeon needed a stapler that they liked to worship. It was a fairly astonishing activity, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler was the chosen thing.

My Scary Pigeon desperately searched for a cup that they liked to cuddle. This seems a new exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that this idea was wonderful. A cup is the thing to select.

My Scary Pigeon always kept a block of cheese that they liked to experiment on. It should be a fairly peculiar thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.

My Scary Pigeon owned a can of coke to rub on his belly. This seems a strange operation, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea is simply life. Who would have thought, a can of coke was the chosen thing.