Her Orange Martian

Her Orange Martian wanted a can of Tango that they liked to throw. It might be a fairly curious thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the thing to choose.

Her Orange Martian always kept a pen that they would sometimes worship. It would be a curious operation, to my children, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a pen being the thing opted for.

Her Orange Martian needed a spade that they would occasionally demolish. One might consider this to be a peculiar approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was wonderful. Honestly, a spade having that done to it

Her Orange Martian wanted a sack of potatoes that they would sit and look at. It might have been a fairly curious thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who felt it would be wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the item to select.

Her Orange Martian desperately looked for a stretchman that they would break. It was a fairly unusual undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a stretchman would be the item that was selected.

Her Orange Martian desperately looked for a tomato that they liked to throw. It was considered to be a somewhat surprising action, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a tomato being the item selected.