Her Funny Troll

Her Funny Troll always kept a bag of flour that they would often sleep with. It should be a surprising undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had decided that it was in fact, entertaining. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour was the chosen thing.

Her Funny Troll wanted a bottle of coke that they would occasionally throw. It was considered to be a fairly curious exercise, to me, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was wonderful. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke was the item that was opted for.

Her Funny Troll needed a set square that they would sometimes break. It was a weird and wonderful thing to do, to my children, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a set square being the thing selected.

Her Funny Troll always had with them a tomato that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might have been a fairly funny thought, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, spectacular. Strangely, a tomato would be the item that was opted for.

Her Funny Troll desperately craved for a stretchman that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a peculiar activity, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a stretchman is the thing to select.

Her Funny Troll desperately needed a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes insert somewhere. This seems a strange thing to do, to some, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, fun. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper was the thing that was opted for.