My Depressed Troll

My Depressed Troll carried a Harry Potter wand that they would often insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly exciting thing to do, to me, but not to the Troll, who thinks it would be breathtaking. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand being the thing opted for.

My Depressed Troll owned a block of cheese to sleep with. It would have been a surprising suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be the most awesome idea. Strangely, a block of cheese is the thing to select.

My Depressed Troll desperately needed a sword that they sometimes annihilate One might say this is a fairly peculiar action, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a sword was the item that was selected.

My Depressed Troll desperately desired a pen that they would sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a different approach to life, to some, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a pen was the chosen item.

My Depressed Troll always kept a sword that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It would have been an unusual activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a sword being the chosen thing.

My Depressed Troll desperately needed a block of cheese to annihilate It is a fairly original operation, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a block of cheese being the thing opted for.