His Worrisome Troll desperately needed a pint of beer that they would embrace. It would be a curious idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a pint of beer is the thing to select.
His Worrisome Troll craved for a piece of paper that they would eat. This is certainly a bizarre thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that it was in fact, entertaining. Honestly, a piece of paper of all things.
His Worrisome Troll searched for a sword that they would often try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly new thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the item that was chosen.
His Worrisome Troll desperately wanted a custard pie that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It should be a fairly funny approach to life, to me, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a custard pie being the chosen thing.
His Worrisome Troll desperately looked for a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It is a surprising activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a Harry Potter wand would be the thing that was opted for.
His Worrisome Troll needed a block of cheese that they would occasionally experiment on. It might be a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to some, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was epic. Honestly, a block of cheese was the thing that was chosen.