My Troubled Martian

My Troubled Martian owned a bottle of beer that they liked to share. This might appear to be a fairly surprising activity, to my children, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer would be the item chosen.

My Troubled Martian desperately craved for a CD player that they sometimes put down their trousers. It was a fairly curious suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a CD player would be the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Martian always had with them a bag of poop that they would occasionally play with. It would be a fairly extraordinary thought, to some, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop is the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Martian found a wig that they would occasionally break. It might be a weird and wonderful idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a wig was the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Martian desperately craved for a hat that they would play with. It should have been a fairly odd activity, to some, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was out of this world. Honestly, a hat being the chosen thing.

My Troubled Martian always had with them a piece of paper that they would often hug. It would be a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks that this idea was miraculous. Honestly, a piece of paper would be the chosen thing.