Red Robin

Red Robin desperately desired a bottle of beer to smash. It would be a fairly strange idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who felt it would be sublime. Remarkably, a bottle of beer was the chosen item.

Red Robin often carried a cucumber that they sometimes worship. It might have been a somewhat surprising exercise, to me, but not to the Robin, who thinks it was exciting. Honestly, a cucumber is the item to choose.

Red Robin desperately needed a bottle of beer that they liked to demolish. It might have been a funny operation, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who expected it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer was the thing that was selected.

Red Robin always carried a spade to put up their bum. This could be considered a fairly astonishing approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion it was stunning. A spade was the chosen item.

Red Robin desperately wanted a cucumber that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly weird suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a cucumber being the thing selected.

Red Robin desperately searched for a bat that they would put on his head. It would have been a bizarre suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Robin, who considered that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a bat having that done to it