Her Lovely Martian

Her Lovely Martian wanted a CD player that they would experiment on. It would be a bizarre action, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who feels that this idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a CD player was the thing that was chosen.

Her Lovely Martian desperately looked for a custard pie that they would hug. It should be a fairly surprising exercise, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a custard pie was the thing that was chosen.

Her Lovely Martian looked for a pen that they would occasionally break. This seems a surprising undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea is stunning. A pen was the item that was chosen.

Her Lovely Martian desperately craved for a bat that they would sometimes share. This is certainly a fairly odd activity, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a bat was the item that was selected.

Her Lovely Martian desperately wanted a cheese grater that they liked to put on his head. It was considered to be a fairly curious exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a cheese grater is the thing to choose.

Her Lovely Martian had a sponge to smash. It would be an exciting thought, to some, but not to the Martian, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have imagined, a sponge having that done to it