Their Anxious Martian

Their Anxious Martian craved for a spade that they would annihilate It might be a fairly extraordinary thought, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a spade is the thing to opt for.

Their Anxious Martian desperately wanted a helmet that they would sit and look at. It would have been a surprising thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, awesome. Bizarrely, a helmet would be the thing that was selected.

Their Anxious Martian needed a tomato that they would occasionally worship. This seems a weird exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a tomato would be the chosen thing.

Their Anxious Martian looked for a big sponge that they liked to sleep with. This is certainly a fairly unusual approach to life, to me, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a big sponge is the thing to opt for.

Their Anxious Martian found a pint of beer that they would experiment on. It was an original exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a pint of beer was the chosen item.

Their Anxious Martian always had with them a crown that they would smash. It should be a fairly surprising proposal, to me, but not to the Martian, who felt that this idea is miraculous. Bizarrely, a crown was the thing that was selected.