My Silly Martian

My Silly Martian desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. A pint of beer would be the chosen thing.

My Silly Martian desperately looked for a bat that they would sometimes share. One might say this is a bizarre activity, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was fun. Honestly, a bat is the thing to choose.

My Silly Martian searched for a little monkey that they would occasionally sleep with. It might be a funny exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a little monkey would be the chosen thing.

My Silly Martian owned a pencil sharpener to insert somewhere. This could be considered a funny thing to do, to most, but not to the Martian, who considered it was breathtaking. A pencil sharpener was the chosen item.

My Silly Martian desperately desired a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, sublime. Who would have thought, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

My Silly Martian wanted a bottle of beer that they sometimes cuddle. It was a fairly new thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer would be the thing that was selected.