A Anxious Alien

A Anxious Alien wanted a custard pie that they liked to rub on his belly. This seems to be an exciting activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Alien, who felt that it was in fact, magnificent. A custard pie would be the chosen thing.

A Anxious Alien desperately craved for a mug that they would sometimes insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre idea, to my children, but not to the Alien, who had decided that this idea is out of this world. Strangely, a mug being the item selected.

A Anxious Alien always kept a mug that they would occasionally worship. It might have been a fairly unusual proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Alien, who expected that this idea was entertaining. Strangely, a mug would be the item that was chosen.

A Anxious Alien craved for a bottle of wine that they liked to put in the bath with him. This seems a somewhat surprising operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Alien, who considered that this idea is out of this world. A bottle of wine is the thing to choose.

A Anxious Alien looked for a block of cheese that they would throw. It should be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to my children, but not to the Alien, who assumed that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a block of cheese being the item selected.

A Anxious Alien found a sponge to throw. It might be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Alien, who thought it was breathtaking. Honestly, a sponge is the item that was chosen.