A Crazy Troll

A Crazy Troll looked for a hat that they would experiment on. It is considered to be a fairly curious activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a hat being the chosen thing.

A Crazy Troll desperately wanted a helmet that they would occasionally demolish. It was a fairly strange activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who feels it would be epic. Remarkably, a helmet was the chosen item.

A Crazy Troll desperately looked for a painting of a melon that they would worship. This could be considered a fairly funny idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon was the item that was selected.

A Crazy Troll searched for a bat to cuddle. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre thought, to some, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. Remarkably, a bat would be the item that was opted for.

A Crazy Troll desperately searched for a rubber chicken to worship. This seems an extraordinary idea, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was wonderful. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken being the item opted for.

A Crazy Troll desperately craved for a bag of flour that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It is a fairly curious thought, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who thought that this idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour is the item to choose.