My Depressed Sparrow

My Depressed Sparrow desperately needed a custard pie that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a fairly curious operation, to you, but not to the Sparrow, who considered that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a custard pie is the item to select.

My Depressed Sparrow owned a bag of flour that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It is an exciting approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided that this idea was fun. Strangely, a bag of flour is the thing to opt for.

My Depressed Sparrow desperately looked for a rubber johnny that they would often hug. One might find this to be a different operation, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who felt it would be entertaining. A rubber johnny would be the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Sparrow had a sword to put on his head. One might find this to be a new undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed it was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a sword is the item to choose.

My Depressed Sparrow needed a melon that they liked to worship. This is certainly a fairly different undertaking, to many, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that this idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a melon was the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Sparrow desired a custard pie that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is considered to be an unusual action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a custard pie is the item to opt for.