The Nervous Martian

The Nervous Martian desperately craved for a mug that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should be a fairly strange operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who felt that this idea is wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a mug is the item to select.

The Nervous Martian wanted a cucumber that they liked to sit and look at. One might say this is a somewhat surprising proposal, to my children, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber was the chosen thing.

The Nervous Martian desperately craved for a helmet to try to balance on their head. It might be a funny idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who expected it was fun. Who would have thought, a helmet would be the item chosen.

The Nervous Martian searched for a computer that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a peculiar approach to life, to me, but not to the Martian, who considered it would be sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a computer is the item to select.

The Nervous Martian always carried a cucumber that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should be a weird thought, to most, but not to the Martian, who considered that this idea was wonderous. Honestly, a cucumber would be the item that was opted for.

The Nervous Martian found a Harry Potter wand that they would eat. It is an extraordinary idea, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea is awesome. A Harry Potter wand is the item to opt for.