Their Adorable Troll

Their Adorable Troll had a bottle of coke that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been an original exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was fun. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke was the thing that was chosen.

Their Adorable Troll desired a crown that they would occasionally put down their trousers. This seems a fairly strange thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a crown would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Adorable Troll desperately craved for a cup to play with. This seems a fairly astonishing idea, to you, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is out of this world. Strangely, a cup is the item to choose.

Their Adorable Troll desperately needed a chocolate bar that they sometimes smash. It might have been a new thought, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be epic. A chocolate bar was the thing that was chosen.

Their Adorable Troll often carried a rubber chicken that they would often share. This might appear to be a fairly funny approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. Remarkably, a rubber chicken is the thing that was chosen.

Their Adorable Troll desired a bottle of beer that they liked to embrace. It should have been a fairly peculiar thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who thinks that this idea was fun. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer would be the chosen thing.