Their Boring Martian

Their Boring Martian looked for a ball to hug. It would be an odd undertaking, to most, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. A ball being the thing selected.

Their Boring Martian had a pen to eat. It would be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a pen is the item to choose.

Their Boring Martian desperately craved for a ball that they sometimes throw. It might have been a fairly original thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was the most awesome idea. A ball was the chosen item.

Their Boring Martian desperately desired a sword to eat. It should have been a fairly funny suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who feels it was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword is the thing to choose.

Their Boring Martian had a wig that they would sometimes worship. This could be considered a bizarre exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who considered that this idea was epic. A wig was the item that was selected.

Their Boring Martian found a rubber johnny that they would sometimes demolish. This might appear to be a weird and wonderful suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny was the item that was opted for.