My Depressed Alien

My Depressed Alien desperately wanted a melon to insert somewhere. It was considered to be a somewhat surprising activity, to some, but not to the Alien, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was spectacular. A melon would be the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Alien searched for a painting of a melon to drop. This seems to be an odd activity, to my children, but not to the Alien, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a painting of a melon of all things.

My Depressed Alien always carried a wig that they would sometimes hug. It would have been a fairly peculiar approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Alien, who had decided that this idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a wig being the chosen thing.

My Depressed Alien desperately craved for a big sponge that they would often put on his head. It might be an unusual thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Alien, who thinks that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a big sponge being the chosen item.

My Depressed Alien desperately wanted a block of cheese that they would sometimes eat. This is certainly a strange operation, to my grandma, but not to the Alien, who feels that the idea was entertaining. A block of cheese would be the chosen thing.

My Depressed Alien desperately needed a stapler that they would demolish. One might say this is a different thing to do, to me, but not to the Alien, who felt that this idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a stapler is the thing to select.