My Fat Pigeon

My Fat Pigeon wanted a cheese grater that they would often put down their trousers. This is certainly an extraordinary action, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that it was in fact, awesome. Bizarrely, a cheese grater being the thing selected.

My Fat Pigeon needed a sponge that they would occasionally eat. It should have been a fairly unusual activity, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who expected it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a sponge was the thing that was chosen.

My Fat Pigeon craved for a wig that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. This could be considered a fairly funny thought, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that this idea is entertaining. Remarkably, a wig was the thing that was chosen.

My Fat Pigeon needed a block of cheese that they would sleep with. This could be considered a fairly astonishing action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese was the chosen thing.

My Fat Pigeon desperately wanted a mug that they liked to put up their bum. This seems a fairly unusual approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it would be stunning. Honestly, a mug was the thing that was opted for.

My Fat Pigeon needed a stretchman that they would break. It might have been a fairly funny thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it was fun. Remarkably, a stretchman being the thing selected.