Their Orange Robin

Their Orange Robin desired a bottle of wine that they would worship. It would be a fairly surprising idea, to my children, but not to the Robin, who feels that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine having that done to it

Their Orange Robin craved for a can of Tango that they would eat. It might be a fairly different idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Robin, who feels that this idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the thing to choose.

Their Orange Robin desperately wanted a helmet that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly peculiar approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Robin, who thinks it would be spectacular. Bizarrely, a helmet is the thing to select.

Their Orange Robin always kept a cup that they would occasionally rub on his belly. One might find this to be a peculiar activity, to my children, but not to the Robin, who considered that it was in fact, stunning. Honestly, a cup was the chosen item.

Their Orange Robin desperately looked for a crown that they would often insert somewhere. It would have been a bizarre exercise, to my children, but not to the Robin, who felt it would be fun. Remarkably, a crown is the thing to opt for.

Their Orange Robin always had with them a sword that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a fairly weird activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Robin, who had decided it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword would be the item that was chosen.