His Troubled Troll

His Troubled Troll always had with them a painting of a melon that they would often worship. This seems to be a fairly odd undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea was miraculous. Strangely, a painting of a melon was the item that was opted for.

His Troubled Troll owned a custard pie that they liked to try to balance on their head. It is a strange idea, to some, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie is the thing to select.

His Troubled Troll desperately wanted a cup that they liked to sit and look at. One might consider this to be an odd thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a cup is the item to choose.

His Troubled Troll often carried a crown that they would often hug. This seems a strange suggestion, to you, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown being the chosen thing.

His Troubled Troll desperately craved for a sack of potatoes to cuddle. It was a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who feels it was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes being the item opted for.

His Troubled Troll desired a block of cheese to sleep with. This is certainly a strange idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was magnificent. A block of cheese is the thing to choose.