My Troubled Troll

My Troubled Troll desperately craved for a bag of flour to cuddle. It might be a fairly weird suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a bag of flour being the thing opted for.

My Troubled Troll desperately searched for a pencil sharpener that they would often put down their trousers. One might find this to be a fairly original proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener being the thing opted for.

My Troubled Troll looked for a wig that they sometimes sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be breathtaking. Who would have thought, a wig was the item that was opted for.

My Troubled Troll desperately needed a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to throw. One might say this is a fairly exciting activity, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper is the item to opt for.

My Troubled Troll desperately looked for a little monkey that they would often hug. This might appear to be an original thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who felt that it was in fact, magnificent. Bizarrely, a little monkey would be the chosen thing.

My Troubled Troll had a radiator to annihilate It was a peculiar activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was fun. Strangely, a radiator is the thing to choose.