Her Yellow Martian

Her Yellow Martian desperately needed a magic 8 ball that they sometimes throw. It might have been an unusual operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a magic 8 ball would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Yellow Martian carried a pen that they would sometimes put up their bum. One might say this is a somewhat surprising activity, to some, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a pen was the thing that was opted for.

Her Yellow Martian desperately desired a piece of paper to hug. One might find this to be a fairly funny idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, miraculous. Bizarrely, a piece of paper was the item that was selected.

Her Yellow Martian needed a painting of a melon that they would demolish. This seems an extraordinary thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who feels that this idea is stunning. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

Her Yellow Martian had a rubber chicken that they would demolish. It is a fairly original exercise, to my children, but not to the Martian, who considered it would be epic. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken would be the item that was selected.

Her Yellow Martian always had with them a mug that they liked to insert somewhere. It would have been a bizarre exercise, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks that this idea was sublime. Honestly, a mug is the thing to select.