A Hungry Robin

A Hungry Robin searched for a helmet that they sometimes embrace. This might appear to be a fairly new proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who thought that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.

A Hungry Robin desperately craved for a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally drop. It should have been a strange idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who thought that it was in fact, simply life. A can of Dr Pepper is the thing to select.

A Hungry Robin looked for a condom that they would rub on his belly. It might be a fairly exciting thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who expected that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a condom being the item selected.

A Hungry Robin desperately craved for a cheese grater that they liked to sit and look at. This could be considered a fairly exciting thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Robin, who had decided that this idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a cheese grater was the thing that was chosen.

A Hungry Robin desired a rubber chicken that they would occasionally throw. One might find this to be an extraordinary approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who felt that this idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken is the thing that was chosen.

A Hungry Robin wanted a pint of beer that they sometimes share. One might find this to be an exciting exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a pint of beer is the thing that was chosen.