His Colourful Martian

His Colourful Martian looked for a spade that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly curious exercise, to most, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was sublime. A spade having that done to it

His Colourful Martian found a custard pie that they would share. It would have been a fairly new action, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who had decided that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a custard pie of all things.

His Colourful Martian desperately craved for a mug that they would occasionally put up their bum. This might appear to be a new undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a mug is the item to choose.

His Colourful Martian craved for a sponge that they would try to nail to the wall. It should be a fairly peculiar approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a sponge of all things.

His Colourful Martian desperately craved for a sponge that they liked to smash. It was considered to be an exciting approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a sponge was the thing that was chosen.

His Colourful Martian needed a piece of paper that they would often try to balance on their head. One might find this to be an original action, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, stunning. Strangely, a piece of paper is the item that was chosen.