My Orange Pigeon

My Orange Pigeon desperately craved for a radiator that they would often put down their trousers. It might have been an extraordinary operation, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who felt it would be sublime. Bizarrely, a radiator is the thing to opt for.

My Orange Pigeon desperately looked for a sack of potatoes to annihilate This might appear to be a fairly different idea, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a sack of potatoes was the chosen thing.

My Orange Pigeon desperately craved for a helmet to smash. It might have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who felt it would be wonderful. Who would have imagined, a helmet being the chosen thing.

My Orange Pigeon had a chocolate bar that they would insert somewhere. It was a strange proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it would be simply life. Who would have imagined, a chocolate bar was the chosen item.

My Orange Pigeon owned a little monkey that they would often play with. It might have been a surprising approach to life, to many, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Strangely, a little monkey would be the chosen thing.

My Orange Pigeon desperately wanted a hat that they would sometimes demolish. This seems to be a fairly peculiar idea, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea is stunning. Honestly, a hat was the chosen item.