Their Retarded Martian

Their Retarded Martian always carried a block of cheese that they liked to demolish. One might consider this to be a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who feels that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese is the thing to choose.

Their Retarded Martian desperately wanted a cucumber that they sometimes sit and look at. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber was the thing that was selected.

Their Retarded Martian always carried a pencil sharpener that they sometimes insert somewhere. It is a strange thought, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener would be the item that was chosen.

Their Retarded Martian searched for a bag of flour that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It might be a fairly funny operation, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Retarded Martian carried a sponge that they sometimes hug. It should be a fairly new undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who had decided it was fun. Remarkably, a sponge would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Retarded Martian looked for a teapot that they would demolish. It should be a curious approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be breathtaking. Strangely, a teapot being the thing selected.