My Grumpy Martian

My Grumpy Martian desperately desired a sack of potatoes that they sometimes embrace. One might say this is a different approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the thing to opt for.

My Grumpy Martian looked for a sword that they would put on his head. This is certainly a weird proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who thought that this idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a sword would be the thing that was opted for.

My Grumpy Martian desperately searched for a pen that they would occasionally smash. It would have been a fairly funny operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who had decided it would be sublime. Strangely, a pen is the thing to choose.

My Grumpy Martian looked for a Harry Potter wand that they would often try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a fairly strange operation, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a Harry Potter wand was the item that was chosen.

My Grumpy Martian wanted a helmet that they would sometimes hug. It might have been a fairly odd thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who feels it was entertaining. Bizarrely, a helmet being the thing opted for.

My Grumpy Martian craved for a cup to demolish. This seems a new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a cup was the thing that was chosen.