The Tired Troll

The Tired Troll always kept a little monkey that they liked to put down their trousers. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was stunning. Bizarrely, a little monkey was the thing that was chosen.

The Tired Troll desperately wanted a little monkey that they liked to eat. One might consider this to be a fairly weird suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a little monkey of all things.

The Tired Troll needed a big sponge that they sometimes cuddle. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my children, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be wonderous. Strangely, a big sponge was the chosen thing.

The Tired Troll desperately desired a pen that they sometimes sleep with. It should have been a funny thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was fun. A pen is the item that was chosen.

The Tired Troll desperately craved for a can of Dr Pepper that they would often try to nail to the wall. It was an extraordinary proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who thought it was out of this world. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper of all things.

The Tired Troll had a sword that they liked to put on his head. This seems a surprising activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword is the thing that was chosen.