The Red Robin

The Red Robin desperately searched for a stapler that they would occasionally embrace. It might have been a fairly curious operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Robin, who had decided that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a stapler was the item that was opted for.

The Red Robin owned a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It might have been a fairly weird activity, to many, but not to the Robin, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a magic 8 ball would be the item that was opted for.

The Red Robin looked for a pint of cider that they would sometimes throw. One might consider this to be a fairly strange undertaking, to you, but not to the Robin, who thought that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider would be the thing that was opted for.

The Red Robin needed a pen that they would throw. It should be a strange undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a pen is the thing that was chosen.

The Red Robin owned a block of cheese that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It is considered to be a fairly odd approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was sublime. Remarkably, a block of cheese being the item opted for.

The Red Robin looked for a piece of paper that they would often worship. It might have been a fairly exciting exercise, to some, but not to the Robin, who considered it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper was the item that was selected.