My Red Robin

My Red Robin desired a magic 8 ball that they sometimes demolish. It was an unusual activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Robin, who assumed that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball being the thing selected.

My Red Robin had a pint of beer that they would often share. It was an astonishing operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Robin, who felt that the idea was amazing. A pint of beer is the thing that was chosen.

My Red Robin desperately desired a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This could be considered a fairly bizarre idea, to my grandma, but not to the Robin, who considered that the idea was simply life. A magic 8 ball was the thing that was selected.

My Red Robin looked for a custard pie that they would occasionally experiment on. One might consider this to be an unusual undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Robin, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the item that was opted for.

My Red Robin looked for a lava lamp that they would often put in the bath with him. This seems an original action, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a lava lamp would be the item that was selected.

My Red Robin looked for a bottle of beer that they would try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to you and me, but not to the Robin, who had decided that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer being the thing selected.