The Lonely Pigeon
The Lonely Pigeon craved for a spade to insert somewhere. It might be a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a spade is the thing to select.
The Lonely Pigeon craved for a spade to insert somewhere. It might be a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a spade is the thing to select.