A Blue Pigeon

A Blue Pigeon always had with them a block of cheese that they would occasionally drop. This could be considered a somewhat surprising exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a block of cheese would be the thing that was selected.

A Blue Pigeon craved for a painting of a melon that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It is considered to be a different exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea was wonderful. A painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

A Blue Pigeon owned a can of coke that they would try to balance on their head. It might have been a fairly astonishing exercise, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. Honestly, a can of coke was the thing that was chosen.

A Blue Pigeon desired a pint of cider to put on his head. It is a funny undertaking, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider was the thing that was chosen.

A Blue Pigeon craved for a teapot that they would often embrace. One might say this is an extraordinary operation, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it was magnificent. Bizarrely, a teapot was the thing that was chosen.

A Blue Pigeon desperately craved for a mug that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a mug being the thing selected.