My Orange Troll

My Orange Troll had a cucumber that they liked to throw. It might have been a fairly new proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who thought that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber was the thing that was chosen.

My Orange Troll desperately needed a pen that they would throw. This seems a weird operation, to you, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be sublime. A pen was the thing that was chosen.

My Orange Troll desired a cucumber that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a fairly different operation, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was breathtaking. Honestly, a cucumber being the item selected.

My Orange Troll always carried a sword that they sometimes sleep with. This could be considered a fairly peculiar approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a sword was the thing that was chosen.

My Orange Troll always carried a lava lamp that they sometimes cuddle. It is a fairly curious thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, out of this world. A lava lamp of all things.

My Orange Troll desperately desired a set square that they would try to nail to the wall. It might have been a fairly funny thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a set square of all things.