His Little Martian

His Little Martian desperately searched for a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally insert somewhere. This seems a fairly strange approach to life, to me, but not to the Martian, who had decided it was magnificent. A sack of potatoes being the thing selected.

His Little Martian wanted a lava lamp that they would often sit and look at. One might consider this to be a surprising proposal, to many, but not to the Martian, who feels it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a lava lamp was the thing that was selected.

His Little Martian desperately searched for a can of Tango that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly exciting exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who expected that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have thought, a can of Tango was the item that was chosen.

His Little Martian wanted a piece of paper that they sometimes play with. It would be a bizarre idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea was spectacular. Honestly, a piece of paper is the item that was chosen.

His Little Martian wanted a tomato that they liked to experiment on. One might consider this to be a funny idea, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a tomato was the thing that was chosen.

His Little Martian needed a bag of flour that they would occasionally cuddle. It would be a new proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, entertaining. A bag of flour was the item that was selected.