My Yellow Robin

My Yellow Robin had a tomato that they would rub on his belly. This seems a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Robin, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a tomato was the thing that was chosen.

My Yellow Robin desperately wanted a lava lamp that they would occasionally sleep with. One might say this is a different thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion it was magnificent. Who would have thought, a lava lamp is the thing that was chosen.

My Yellow Robin looked for a CD player that they would often put down their trousers. This seems to be a bizarre operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Robin, who assumed that this idea is entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a CD player would be the chosen thing.

My Yellow Robin desperately looked for a ball that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This seems to be a fairly strange idea, to you, but not to the Robin, who thinks that it was in fact, sublime. Remarkably, a ball is the thing to opt for.

My Yellow Robin desperately searched for a radiator to play with. It would be a fairly strange activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Robin, who had decided that it was in fact, stunning. Remarkably, a radiator is the item to choose.

My Yellow Robin needed a pencil sharpener that they sometimes smash. This is certainly a fairly different activity, to my grandma, but not to the Robin, who expected it would be breathtaking. A pencil sharpener being the item selected.