My Fat Sparrow looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to eat. It would be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Sparrow, who considered it was simply life. A can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fat Sparrow needed a sword that they would sometimes sit and look at. This seems to be a fairly funny undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that this idea was fun. Strangely, a sword was the thing that was selected.

My Fat Sparrow wanted a cup that they would put on his head. This seems a fairly unusual operation, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed it was epic. Honestly, a cup is the item to choose.

My Fat Sparrow needed a set of lego that they would often sleep with. It was considered to be a weird thought, to some, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion it was awesome. Strangely, a set of lego is the thing to choose.

My Fat Sparrow desperately searched for a sponge that they would often embrace. It would be a new thought, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who felt that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a sponge would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fat Sparrow desperately searched for a rubber johnny that they sometimes break. It might have been a fairly curious suggestion, to some, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a rubber johnny would be the thing that was selected.

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