My Red Sparrow

My Red Sparrow desperately wanted a helmet that they would occasionally play with. It would be a fairly astonishing suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed it would be awesome. Honestly, a helmet is the thing to choose.

My Red Sparrow desired a pint of beer that they liked to throw. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary operation, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided it was epic. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer is the thing to choose.

My Red Sparrow always carried a can of Tango to drop. This might appear to be a fairly exciting thought, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who thought it was simply life. Bizarrely, a can of Tango would be the thing that was opted for.

My Red Sparrow desired a vibrator that they sometimes drop. It is a bizarre thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a vibrator of all things.

My Red Sparrow always carried a chocolate bar that they liked to insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly exciting exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Sparrow, who thought it was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar is the thing that was chosen.

My Red Sparrow looked for a pint of cider that they would sleep with. It might be a fairly exciting exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that it was in fact, magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider of all things.