My Careful Martian

My Careful Martian desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they sometimes throw. This seems to be a fairly exciting operation, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was out of this world. Strangely, a rubber chicken is the thing to select.

My Careful Martian desperately wanted a toilet brush that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly exciting activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who feels that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush is the thing to select.

My Careful Martian desperately desired a can of Dr Pepper that they would often share. It would have been a bizarre thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who had decided that it was in fact, fun. Who would have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper being the chosen item.

My Careful Martian needed a ball that they would sometimes sit and look at. It should be a fairly surprising exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. Remarkably, a ball of all things.

My Careful Martian needed a spade that they liked to demolish. It should be a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a spade being the thing selected.

My Careful Martian had a can of coke that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It is considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a can of coke was the item that was opted for.