Preteen Robin Wants a Bra

I want a bra said the preteen robin. But why asked her mother. Her name was Dobbin. Because they are pretty, I see them on TV. This is how ineffective advertising can be. They are confining. How could you fly? Why do you want a bra, why, honey, why? They are lacy and pretty. I want one in pink. Said the preteen robin, not caring to think. So, her mother took her to the shop and got her fitted. Her bra was made especially, with lace, fully slitted. The rest of the preteen robins began to moan and preen. They wanted their own bras, because they were all preteen.