Her Crazy Alien

Her Crazy Alien wanted a piece of paper that they would occasionally throw. One might consider this to be a peculiar exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Alien, who assumed it would be wonderous. Strangely, a piece of paper would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Crazy Alien desperately searched for a pencil sharpener to put down their trousers. This might appear to be an odd proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Alien, who had decided it was out of this world. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener of all things.

Her Crazy Alien needed a pint of cider that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a somewhat surprising approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Alien, who thought it was epic. Remarkably, a pint of cider is the thing to opt for.

Her Crazy Alien often carried a pint of beer that they would often play with. It might be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to my children, but not to the Alien, who had decided that this idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer is the thing to opt for.

Her Crazy Alien needed a helmet that they would occasionally cuddle. This could be considered a new operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Alien, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.

Her Crazy Alien searched for a pint of cider that they would put in the bath with him. It might have been a bizarre idea, to many, but not to the Alien, who assumed that the idea was awesome. Remarkably, a pint of cider was the item that was selected.