Her Red Bird

Her Red Bird owned a rubber chicken that they would often annihilate It would have been a somewhat surprising exercise, to me, but not to the Bird, who expected that it was in fact, fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken having that done to it

Her Red Bird desperately needed a pint of beer that they liked to worship. One might find this to be a fairly weird operation, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who feels that the idea was awesome. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer was the chosen thing.

Her Red Bird needed a magic 8 ball that they would often embrace. It was an exciting proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Bird, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a magic 8 ball was the chosen thing.

Her Red Bird desperately craved for a sword that they would rub on his belly. It would have been a weird and wonderful undertaking, to most, but not to the Bird, who had decided that the idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a sword would be the item that was selected.

Her Red Bird wanted a ball to sleep with. This could be considered a fairly new action, to me and my children, but not to the Bird, who thought it would be awesome. Strangely, a ball was the thing that was selected.

Her Red Bird desperately searched for a bag of poop that they liked to put down their trousers. It would be an exciting approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Bird, who assumed it would be awesome. Remarkably, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.