My Troubled Troll

My Troubled Troll desperately looked for a hat that they would throw. It was considered to be an unusual proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a hat is the thing to select.

My Troubled Troll searched for a CD player that they would occasionally hug. It was considered to be an astonishing thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a CD player being the thing opted for.

My Troubled Troll desired a hat to embrace. One might consider this to be a weird operation, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be amazing. Who would have thought, a hat was the thing that was selected.

My Troubled Troll needed a bottle of wine to try to balance on their head. This could be considered an original action, to me, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a bottle of wine would be the chosen thing.

My Troubled Troll craved for a ball that they liked to worship. This could be considered a fairly astonishing approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be miraculous. Who would have thought, a ball being the thing selected.

My Troubled Troll desperately searched for a melon that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a fairly weird thought, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who thinks that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a melon being the chosen item.