My Careful Sparrow

My Careful Sparrow always had with them a bat that they sometimes experiment on. It should have been a curious approach to life, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that it was in fact, awesome. Honestly, a bat is the thing to choose.

My Careful Sparrow desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would try to balance on their head. One might say this is a fairly surprising thought, to my mum, but not to the Sparrow, who thought that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.

My Careful Sparrow had a painting of a melon that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be an extraordinary action, to you and me, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

My Careful Sparrow had a CD player that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It would have been a weird thing to do, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks that this idea is fun. Strangely, a CD player is the thing to select.

My Careful Sparrow desperately searched for a sack of potatoes that they would often put down their trousers. This seems to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to some, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A sack of potatoes would be the chosen thing.

My Careful Sparrow desperately looked for a rubber johnny to insert somewhere. This seems to be a new action, to me, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a rubber johnny of all things.