My Stupid Troll searched for a custard pie that they liked to sit and look at. This seems to be a different approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who assumed it was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the item that was selected.
My Stupid Troll desired a stretchman to rub on his belly. It is a fairly curious activity, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman was the thing that was chosen.
My Stupid Troll found a helmet that they would often put on his head. It was a somewhat surprising action, to most, but not to the Troll, who thought that this idea is entertaining. Bizarrely, a helmet being the thing selected.
My Stupid Troll desperately looked for a ball that they sometimes play with. It was a somewhat surprising suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was amazing. A ball is the thing to choose.
My Stupid Troll desperately looked for a sword that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a weird and wonderful action, to most, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword was the item that was selected.
My Stupid Troll owned a ball to eat. It is a fairly strange activity, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a ball would be the item that was selected.