My Exceptional Martian

My Exceptional Martian craved for a stretchman that they would eat. One might consider this to be an extraordinary activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a stretchman is the thing to select.

My Exceptional Martian craved for a crown that they would occasionally drop. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, wonderful. Strangely, a crown being the thing selected.

My Exceptional Martian desired a little monkey that they would try to balance on their head. It might be a somewhat surprising idea, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a little monkey being the chosen item.

My Exceptional Martian found a CD player that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly astonishing activity, to many, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a CD player is the thing to select.

My Exceptional Martian carried a Harry Potter wand to put down their trousers. It would be a fairly odd undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who had decided it would be epic. Remarkably, a Harry Potter wand of all things.

My Exceptional Martian wanted a wig that they would sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a peculiar approach to life, to my children, but not to the Martian, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a wig was the thing that was chosen.