A Bum Loving Martian

A Bum Loving Martian carried a melon that they would eat. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who had decided it would be entertaining. Honestly, a melon was the chosen item.

A Bum Loving Martian needed a helmet that they would worship. It would have been a funny action, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a helmet was the thing that was selected.

A Bum Loving Martian desperately looked for a set of lego that they would occasionally eat. One might say this is a peculiar activity, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a set of lego would be the item that was selected.

A Bum Loving Martian always had with them a helmet that they would often cuddle. It might have been a fairly weird operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a helmet was the item that was selected.

A Bum Loving Martian desperately needed a sword to try to balance on their head. This seems a different activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a sword would be the thing that was chosen.

A Bum Loving Martian always had with them a lava lamp that they would often sleep with. One might say this is a fairly unusual thought, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who thought that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a lava lamp was the item that was selected.