His Angry Martian

His Angry Martian carried a set square that they would try to balance on their head. It would have been a bizarre operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a set square would be the thing that was opted for.

His Angry Martian desperately desired a pint of cider that they would often try to balance on their head. It might have been a different operation, to you, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was fun. Strangely, a pint of cider was the chosen thing.

His Angry Martian found a cup that they would try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be an odd approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is spectacular. Bizarrely, a cup was the item that was chosen.

His Angry Martian looked for a cucumber that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might be a fairly extraordinary activity, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was magnificent. A cucumber was the thing that was chosen.

His Angry Martian found a computer that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should be an extraordinary thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a computer was the thing that was selected.

His Angry Martian always had with them a painting of a melon that they would often put up their bum. It is a funny suggestion, to some, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.