My Colourful Troll

My Colourful Troll craved for a piece of paper that they sometimes drop. This could be considered a fairly curious proposal, to me, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was awesome. Who would have thought, a piece of paper being the chosen item.

My Colourful Troll always had with them a vibrator that they would put down their trousers. One might consider this to be a fairly new approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who felt it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a vibrator is the thing to select.

My Colourful Troll wanted a radiator to hug. It would be a somewhat surprising action, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea is awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a radiator being the item opted for.

My Colourful Troll desperately looked for a pencil sharpener that they would often try to nail to the wall. It might be an extraordinary thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who feels it was awesome. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener having that done to it

My Colourful Troll desperately looked for a sword that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This seems a fairly surprising approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword is the item that was chosen.

My Colourful Troll desperately searched for a lava lamp that they would sometimes sit and look at. It would be an odd suggestion, to you, but not to the Troll, who considered that it was in fact, simply life. A lava lamp being the item selected.