My Angry Woodpecker

My Angry Woodpecker desperately needed a custard pie that they sometimes rub on his belly. It might be a fairly odd undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Woodpecker, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was miraculous. Strangely, a custard pie is the item to opt for.

My Angry Woodpecker often carried a tomato that they would sometimes hug. It would be a fairly original operation, to me, but not to the Woodpecker, who expected that this idea was spectacular. Strangely, a tomato of all things.

My Angry Woodpecker always had with them a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes demolish. This could be considered an extraordinary activity, to my children, but not to the Woodpecker, who had decided that the idea was awesome. Remarkably, a magic 8 ball would be the thing that was chosen.

My Angry Woodpecker carried a pen that they would sometimes share. This is certainly an exciting operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Woodpecker, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a pen would be the item that was chosen.

My Angry Woodpecker desperately searched for a Harry Potter wand that they liked to try to balance on their head. It is a weird thought, to my children, but not to the Woodpecker, who thinks it would be fun. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand is the thing to select.

My Angry Woodpecker desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they would sometimes share. One might say this is a bizarre activity, to most, but not to the Woodpecker, who feels it was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of wine would be the chosen thing.