My Blue Robin

My Blue Robin looked for a custard pie to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be an odd proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the item that was chosen.

My Blue Robin carried a tomato that they would often demolish. This seems a strange exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a tomato is the thing to choose.

My Blue Robin found a pen that they would occasionally worship. One might find this to be a fairly strange operation, to my children, but not to the Robin, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a pen being the thing selected.

My Blue Robin desired a cup that they sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a curious thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who had decided that this idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a cup of all things.

My Blue Robin found a hat that they would sometimes embrace. It should be a fairly new idea, to you, but not to the Robin, who had decided that the idea was epic. A hat was the thing that was chosen.

My Blue Robin desperately searched for a magic 8 ball that they would often hug. This is certainly a fairly different exercise, to most, but not to the Robin, who had decided that this idea is miraculous. A magic 8 ball is the thing to choose.