The Different Robin

The Different Robin always carried a toilet brush that they would occasionally share. It should have been a somewhat surprising exercise, to me, but not to the Robin, who had decided it was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush would be the item that was chosen.

The Different Robin desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they liked to rub on his belly. It was considered to be a fairly funny thing to do, to me, but not to the Robin, who thought that this idea is sublime. A rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.

The Different Robin desperately looked for a pint of cider to put in the bath with him. It might be a curious undertaking, to some, but not to the Robin, who assumed it would be stunning. Who would have thought, a pint of cider is the thing to choose.

The Different Robin craved for a sponge that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a fairly odd proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Robin, who felt it would be the most awesome idea. Strangely, a sponge is the thing to select.

The Different Robin often carried a mug that they would sometimes smash. It might have been a different thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Robin, who assumed it would be miraculous. Bizarrely, a mug would be the chosen thing.

The Different Robin wanted a stapler that they would sometimes break. It is an extraordinary suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Robin, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a stapler is the item to opt for.