The Confused Martian

The Confused Martian wanted a spade that they would often break. This seems a curious thought, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. Who would have imagined, a spade is the thing to choose.

The Confused Martian searched for a sword that they liked to rub on his belly. It was a fairly curious proposal, to my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a sword was the thing that was chosen.

The Confused Martian desperately craved for a helmet to demolish. It might have been a weird and wonderful suggestion, to most, but not to the Martian, who thought that it was in fact, fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet of all things.

The Confused Martian desperately looked for a pen that they would put up their bum. This seems an exciting proposal, to me, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea is out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a pen is the item to choose.

The Confused Martian desperately needed a stapler that they sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a somewhat surprising thought, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler would be the item that was selected.

The Confused Martian owned a spade that they would sometimes sleep with. This seems to be a new exercise, to my children, but not to the Martian, who expected it was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a spade being the chosen item.