My Cute Troll

My Cute Troll desired a stapler that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This might appear to be an astonishing approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who expected it was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler was the chosen thing.

My Cute Troll searched for a pencil sharpener that they would often demolish. It should have been a bizarre operation, to some, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was magnificent. A pencil sharpener is the thing to choose.

My Cute Troll needed a rubber johnny that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly original exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny being the thing opted for.

My Cute Troll always kept a ball that they would insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly original exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have imagined, a ball being the thing selected.

My Cute Troll desperately wanted a sack of potatoes that they would often annihilate This seems to be a fairly strange suggestion, to me, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes is the thing that was chosen.

My Cute Troll craved for a cucumber that they liked to demolish. It should be a fairly odd proposal, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber of all things.