Her Angry Martian

Her Angry Martian looked for a bottle of beer that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a fairly surprising undertaking, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thought it would be simply life. Honestly, a bottle of beer was the thing that was selected.

Her Angry Martian desperately craved for a sponge that they would annihilate This seems a fairly different approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a sponge would be the item that was selected.

Her Angry Martian desperately desired a piece of paper to cuddle. This seems a strange proposal, to me, but not to the Martian, who expected it was sublime. Bizarrely, a piece of paper would be the item that was opted for.

Her Angry Martian needed a ball that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It is a fairly astonishing undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a ball is the thing to select.

Her Angry Martian wanted a can of coke that they liked to experiment on. This is certainly a weird and wonderful exercise, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a can of coke of all things.

Her Angry Martian desperately desired a melon that they liked to insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly new idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who expected it was sublime. Bizarrely, a melon would be the chosen thing.