The Colourful Reindeer

The Colourful Reindeer desperately needed a set of lego that they liked to sleep with. It might have been a funny suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Reindeer, who expected that this idea was epic. Strangely, a set of lego was the chosen item.

The Colourful Reindeer found a Harry Potter wand that they liked to smash. One might consider this to be an original thought, to some, but not to the Reindeer, who thought that it was in fact, spectacular. Remarkably, a Harry Potter wand was the item that was selected.

The Colourful Reindeer desperately craved for a spade that they would smash. It was an extraordinary activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. Bizarrely, a spade would be the item that was chosen.

The Colourful Reindeer desperately desired a pen that they would occasionally hug. It should have been a weird and wonderful operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a pen is the thing to select.

The Colourful Reindeer desperately needed a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally insert somewhere. This seems to be a fairly exciting action, to my grandpa, but not to the Reindeer, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand of all things.

The Colourful Reindeer found a can of Dr Pepper that they sometimes hug. It was an unusual approach to life, to my children, but not to the Reindeer, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing to choose.