My Red Alien

My Red Alien carried a ball that they would occasionally share. It might be a bizarre thing to do, to you, but not to the Alien, who expected it would be miraculous. Remarkably, a ball is the item that was chosen.

My Red Alien desperately wanted a tomato to embrace. It might be a fairly original suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Alien, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, entertaining. Strangely, a tomato is the thing to select.

My Red Alien desperately desired a piece of paper that they would sometimes cuddle. It would have been a fairly unusual proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Alien, who had decided it was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper was the thing that was selected.

My Red Alien found a sack of potatoes to rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a different exercise, to some, but not to the Alien, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the item to opt for.

My Red Alien always kept a tomato that they would sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a new exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Alien, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a tomato is the thing to choose.

My Red Alien craved for a can of coke to put on his head. It might be a curious exercise, to you and me, but not to the Alien, who had decided that this idea was miraculous. Honestly, a can of coke was the thing that was opted for.