My Retarded Sparrow

My Retarded Sparrow desperately desired a sponge that they sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been a fairly new exercise, to you and me, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, miraculous. A sponge being the item opted for.

My Retarded Sparrow desperately craved for a ball that they liked to try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be an astonishing thought, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who thought it would be spectacular. Honestly, a ball is the thing to opt for.

My Retarded Sparrow carried a custard pie to rub on his belly. It is an astonishing action, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who felt it was simply life. Honestly, a custard pie of all things.

My Retarded Sparrow always carried a spade that they would try to nail to the wall. This might appear to be a fairly strange thought, to you and me, but not to the Sparrow, who thought it was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a spade would be the item that was chosen.

My Retarded Sparrow desperately needed a bottle of beer that they would sometimes annihilate This might appear to be a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a bottle of beer being the item opted for.

My Retarded Sparrow always carried a CD player that they would drop. One might find this to be a fairly curious activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Sparrow, who expected it was wonderous. Strangely, a CD player being the item opted for.