My Special Troll always had with them a little monkey to cuddle. This seems a fairly extraordinary activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a little monkey being the item selected.
My Special Troll needed a hat that they would occasionally eat. This is certainly a surprising thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. A hat was the item that was selected.
My Special Troll needed a cup that they would hug. It was considered to be a fairly new approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who thinks that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a cup being the chosen thing.
My Special Troll desperately wanted a radiator that they would sometimes smash. This is certainly an extraordinary thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a radiator is the item to select.
My Special Troll desperately looked for a tomato that they would throw. It might be a fairly peculiar action, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who expected that it was in fact, wonderous. Honestly, a tomato was the chosen item.
My Special Troll desperately needed a set square that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a surprising undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a set square is the item that was chosen.