Their Lucky Troll

Their Lucky Troll wanted a ball that they would sometimes sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly weird operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a ball is the thing to opt for.

Their Lucky Troll needed a bag of flour that they would sometimes cuddle. It is a fairly unusual exercise, to me, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea is the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour is the thing to select.

Their Lucky Troll desperately searched for a custard pie that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It might have been an astonishing action, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a custard pie was the chosen item.

Their Lucky Troll craved for a spade that they would insert somewhere. It is a fairly bizarre thing to do, to most, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, wonderful. Remarkably, a spade being the thing selected.

Their Lucky Troll carried a bag of poop that they would often insert somewhere. This seems a somewhat surprising approach to life, to some, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the item chosen.

Their Lucky Troll searched for a cup that they would often sit and look at. It should be an original exercise, to some, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a cup is the thing to select.