Special Troll

Special Troll desperately craved for a spade to worship. It was a fairly bizarre exercise, to some, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was fun. Honestly, a spade was the item that was selected.

Special Troll desperately wanted a pint of beer that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly strange thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a pint of beer was the chosen thing.

Special Troll had a stapler that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a different idea, to most, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a stapler is the item to select.

Special Troll carried a bottle of beer that they would drop. One might find this to be an odd action, to my children, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer is the thing to select.

Special Troll desperately looked for a sword that they would often cuddle. It should have been a fairly new proposal, to some, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a sword being the chosen thing.

Special Troll desperately needed a little monkey that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a fairly different thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be spectacular. Remarkably, a little monkey would be the item chosen.