Her Yellow Troll

Her Yellow Troll desperately wanted a pen to sleep with. This might appear to be an unusual approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea is wonderous. Bizarrely, a pen is the thing that was chosen.

Her Yellow Troll wanted a cucumber that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It would have been a funny activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was out of this world. Honestly, a cucumber of all things.

Her Yellow Troll always kept a stretchman that they liked to smash. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea was magnificent. Honestly, a stretchman is the thing to choose.

Her Yellow Troll looked for a painting of a melon to demolish. It would have been an astonishing suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be epic. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon was the chosen thing.

Her Yellow Troll owned a vibrator that they would smash. It is a curious idea, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a vibrator was the item that was opted for.

Her Yellow Troll desperately needed a spade that they liked to share. It should be a fairly weird exercise, to some, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a spade was the thing that was opted for.