My Big Pigeon

My Big Pigeon looked for a pint of cider that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems an exciting idea, to my children, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Strangely, a pint of cider was the chosen thing.

My Big Pigeon always kept a piece of paper that they sometimes put down their trousers. It is considered to be a fairly unusual activity, to you and me, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea is sublime. Bizarrely, a piece of paper was the item that was chosen.

My Big Pigeon desperately wanted a block of cheese that they sometimes hug. It would have been a fairly exciting thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it would be sublime. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese was the item that was selected.

My Big Pigeon always had with them a crown that they would occasionally put up their bum. It might have been an extraordinary activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that this idea is entertaining. Remarkably, a crown would be the item chosen.

My Big Pigeon had a bag of flour that they would sometimes sit and look at. It was considered to be a weird undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that this idea was wonderous. Strangely, a bag of flour was the item that was opted for.

My Big Pigeon carried a pen that they would sometimes put up their bum. This is certainly an extraordinary undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who expected it would be magnificent. Honestly, a pen would be the thing that was selected.