A Yellow Pigeon

A Yellow Pigeon looked for a sponge that they sometimes put down their trousers. This seems a fairly astonishing approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a sponge is the item to choose.

A Yellow Pigeon desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they would rub on his belly. It might be a fairly astonishing proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who thought it would be epic. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper would be the chosen thing.

A Yellow Pigeon desired a porno magazine that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly different approach to life, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that it was in fact, magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a porno magazine being the thing opted for.

A Yellow Pigeon desperately looked for a sack of potatoes to break. It was an odd idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was selected.

A Yellow Pigeon desperately needed a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes drop. One might consider this to be a fairly astonishing exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that this idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball being the item opted for.

A Yellow Pigeon desperately needed a bag of flour to try to balance on their head. It was an odd undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is exciting. Who would have thought, a bag of flour is the thing to select.