A Depressed Woodpecker

A Depressed Woodpecker had a CD player that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly curious idea, to my grandma, but not to the Woodpecker, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a CD player is the thing that was chosen.

A Depressed Woodpecker needed a bag of flour that they sometimes play with. It would have been a fairly peculiar exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Woodpecker, who expected that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a bag of flour being the chosen thing.

A Depressed Woodpecker desperately craved for a crown that they would hug. This seems a fairly peculiar approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Woodpecker, who had decided it was sublime. Who would have imagined, a crown was the thing that was chosen.

A Depressed Woodpecker craved for a bat that they would sometimes sit and look at. It is a fairly odd exercise, to my children, but not to the Woodpecker, who assumed that this idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a bat was the thing that was chosen.

A Depressed Woodpecker always carried a bag of flour that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a bizarre thought, to my dad, but not to the Woodpecker, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a bag of flour is the item to select.

A Depressed Woodpecker carried a pint of cider that they would sometimes put on his head. This could be considered an original undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Woodpecker, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a pint of cider being the thing selected.