My Magical Pigeon

My Magical Pigeon carried a can of Tango to put on his head. It was a surprising action, to you and me, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that it was in fact, exciting. A can of Tango being the thing opted for.

My Magical Pigeon always had with them a bag of poop that they would eat. It would have been a funny action, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a bag of poop would be the item that was chosen.

My Magical Pigeon desired a porno magazine to sleep with. It would be a fairly exciting undertaking, to you, but not to the Pigeon, who expected it would be simply life. Who would have imagined, a porno magazine would be the item that was opted for.

My Magical Pigeon always kept a bag of flour that they liked to hug. It was a fairly different idea, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour would be the thing that was selected.

My Magical Pigeon looked for a teapot that they liked to eat. This could be considered a new approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot was the chosen item.

My Magical Pigeon desperately needed a bottle of beer that they sometimes insert somewhere. One might consider this to be an extraordinary operation, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. A bottle of beer of all things.