My Eccentric Pigeon

My Eccentric Pigeon always kept a custard pie that they would drop. It is an extraordinary suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea was epic. A custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

My Eccentric Pigeon carried a pen that they would try to balance on their head. It might be a fairly astonishing thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a pen was the item that was selected.

My Eccentric Pigeon always carried a bag of flour that they would often cuddle. This seems to be a fairly unusual exercise, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a bag of flour would be the thing that was chosen.

My Eccentric Pigeon looked for a big sponge that they sometimes play with. It should have been a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea is amazing. Who would have thought, a big sponge is the thing to select.

My Eccentric Pigeon found a cup that they would embrace. It should be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea is entertaining. A cup is the item to choose.

My Eccentric Pigeon often carried a big sponge that they would sometimes experiment on. It would be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was epic. Honestly, a big sponge was the thing that was selected.