My Crypting Martian

My Crypting Martian searched for a sack of potatoes that they would often demolish. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the item that was opted for.

My Crypting Martian carried a rubber johnny to hug. This might appear to be a fairly peculiar thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who thought it would be out of this world. Bizarrely, a rubber johnny was the chosen item.

My Crypting Martian owned a sack of potatoes that they liked to smash. This might appear to be a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. A sack of potatoes was the chosen thing.

My Crypting Martian desperately wanted a custard pie to try to balance on their head. This could be considered a weird thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it was awesome. Who would have thought, a custard pie being the chosen item.

My Crypting Martian desperately searched for a helmet that they would occasionally hug. This could be considered a weird and wonderful suggestion, to you, but not to the Martian, who thinks that this idea was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet would be the thing that was selected.

My Crypting Martian desperately wanted a bat that they would sometimes experiment on. It was a fairly peculiar suggestion, to you, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a bat is the thing to choose.