My Gentle Troll

My Gentle Troll always had with them a stapler that they sometimes cuddle. It should have been an exciting suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler is the item to choose.

My Gentle Troll desperately craved for a set square that they sometimes smash. It was a new proposal, to you, but not to the Troll, who thinks it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a set square is the thing to opt for.

My Gentle Troll often carried a can of coke that they would share. This seems to be a fairly curious thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was miraculous. A can of coke would be the chosen thing.

My Gentle Troll desperately desired a painting of a melon that they would occasionally play with. It was considered to be a fairly funny operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is spectacular. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon having that done to it

My Gentle Troll searched for a helmet that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This could be considered an original operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a helmet was the item that was chosen.

My Gentle Troll found a block of cheese that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It should have been a somewhat surprising exercise, to me, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Who would have thought, a block of cheese is the item to choose.