My Beautiful Troll

My Beautiful Troll always carried a can of coke to share. It might have been a new operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be magnificent. Honestly, a can of coke being the item selected.

My Beautiful Troll desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they would often worship. It should be a strange undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was chosen.

My Beautiful Troll owned a painting of a melon that they would often play with. It would be a peculiar activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon was the chosen thing.

My Beautiful Troll desperately needed a tomato that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It should be a fairly different approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was fun. Remarkably, a tomato would be the thing that was opted for.

My Beautiful Troll desperately looked for a teapot to try to nail to the wall. It might be an original operation, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be spectacular. Remarkably, a teapot would be the item that was selected.

My Beautiful Troll desperately looked for a sack of potatoes to hug. This seems a fairly new activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was selected.