My Troubled Bird

My Troubled Bird always carried a crown that they would often drop. This seems an original undertaking, to you, but not to the Bird, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a crown being the thing selected.

My Troubled Bird searched for a cheese grater that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly curious activity, to many, but not to the Bird, who felt that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a cheese grater would be the thing that was opted for.

My Troubled Bird desperately desired a spade to rub on his belly. It might be a fairly new exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Bird, who felt it would be wonderous. A spade would be the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Bird desperately craved for a custard pie that they sometimes experiment on. It is an exciting approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Bird, who expected it was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Bird owned a spade that they would occasionally cuddle. This might appear to be an extraordinary activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Bird, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a spade of all things.

My Troubled Bird searched for a pen that they would occasionally eat. This could be considered a strange thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Bird, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Honestly, a pen was the item that was selected.