The Yellow Troll always kept a sponge that they liked to insert somewhere. It should have been an original action, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a sponge being the item selected.
The Yellow Troll desperately looked for a custard pie that they would occasionally experiment on. It would have been a fairly exciting operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a custard pie being the thing selected.
The Yellow Troll often carried a crown that they sometimes worship. It would have been a fairly peculiar activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who felt that it was in fact, wonderful. Remarkably, a crown is the item to choose.
The Yellow Troll needed a cucumber that they would play with. This seems a fairly unusual exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was stunning. Bizarrely, a cucumber being the item opted for.
The Yellow Troll desperately desired a ball that they would sometimes sleep with. It would be a fairly unusual approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be sublime. A ball would be the item chosen.
The Yellow Troll always carried a bottle of coke to throw. This might appear to be an unusual thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, breathtaking. Honestly, a bottle of coke being the thing opted for.