His Colourful Robin

His Colourful Robin owned a sword that they would put down their trousers. It is considered to be a funny activity, to some, but not to the Robin, who expected that this idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a sword of all things.

His Colourful Robin craved for a bag of flour that they would sometimes hug. It is a bizarre activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Robin, who considered it would be wonderful. Bizarrely, a bag of flour is the thing to select.

His Colourful Robin desperately wanted a block of cheese that they liked to rub on his belly. It would be a fairly exciting thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Robin, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. A block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.

His Colourful Robin desperately wanted a crown that they would occasionally put up their bum. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Robin, who assumed it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a crown being the chosen item.

His Colourful Robin always had with them a melon that they liked to smash. It should have been a fairly funny activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Robin, who had decided that this idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

His Colourful Robin had a rubber chicken that they would often sit and look at. It might have been a funny thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a rubber chicken is the thing to choose.