My Depressed Sparrow

My Depressed Sparrow desperately craved for a lava lamp that they liked to annihilate It should be a weird and wonderful action, to me, but not to the Sparrow, who thought that this idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a lava lamp was the chosen thing.

My Depressed Sparrow always kept a bottle of wine that they liked to drop. One might say this is a fairly unusual thing to do, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was stunning. Strangely, a bottle of wine was the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Sparrow desperately searched for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally demolish. It was a curious undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that the idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine was the chosen item.

My Depressed Sparrow desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This seems to be a fairly original exercise, to you, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a pint of beer was the item that was selected.

My Depressed Sparrow desperately needed a sword that they would often worship. It was considered to be a weird undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a sword was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Sparrow desperately searched for a bag of flour to put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a fairly odd approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Sparrow, who feels it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour would be the thing that was chosen.