His Handsome Martian

His Handsome Martian craved for a pencil sharpener that they would often sit and look at. It should be an astonishing thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener was the chosen thing.

His Handsome Martian craved for a teapot that they sometimes put in the bath with him. This seems an odd activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot was the thing that was selected.

His Handsome Martian desperately needed a teapot that they sometimes put on his head. One might say this is a curious approach to life, to most, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a teapot is the thing to select.

His Handsome Martian always carried a painting of a melon that they would occasionally drop. This seems to be a somewhat surprising exercise, to you, but not to the Martian, who feels it was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was chosen.

His Handsome Martian desired a rubber chicken that they would occasionally play with. It is an astonishing undertaking, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.

His Handsome Martian owned a big sponge that they would occasionally eat. It should be a funny idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who feels that this idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a big sponge is the thing to choose.