The Beautiful Pigeon

The Beautiful Pigeon always carried a little monkey that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a curious operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it would be awesome. Remarkably, a little monkey would be the item that was opted for.

The Beautiful Pigeon always kept a tomato that they would sometimes drop. This could be considered a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a tomato would be the item that was selected.

The Beautiful Pigeon looked for a block of cheese that they would sometimes worship. It was considered to be a peculiar activity, to you, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it was spectacular. Who would have thought, a block of cheese being the thing selected.

The Beautiful Pigeon desperately craved for a tomato that they would drop. This might appear to be a curious approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it would be the most awesome idea. A tomato was the chosen thing.

The Beautiful Pigeon desired a custard pie that they would often put up their bum. It would have been a somewhat surprising activity, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie would be the chosen thing.

The Beautiful Pigeon desperately searched for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally cuddle. This seems to be a peculiar thought, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Honestly, a bottle of coke is the thing to select.