The Fucking Sparrow

The Fucking Sparrow desperately wanted a piece of paper that they would sometimes cuddle. It should be a fairly funny thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided that it was in fact, fun. Remarkably, a piece of paper was the chosen item.

The Fucking Sparrow always had with them a spade that they would occasionally cuddle. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided it would be stunning. Strangely, a spade being the thing opted for.

The Fucking Sparrow desperately wanted a mug to throw. This might appear to be a funny approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Sparrow, who felt it was stunning. Strangely, a mug being the thing opted for.

The Fucking Sparrow found a helmet that they would occasionally drop. It was a fairly original thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a helmet is the item to opt for.

The Fucking Sparrow craved for a radiator that they would sometimes play with. It was considered to be a fairly extraordinary operation, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that it was in fact, spectacular. A radiator of all things.

The Fucking Sparrow desperately desired a teapot that they would put in the bath with him. One might say this is a fairly astonishing approach to life, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion it would be out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot of all things.