His Colourful Troll

His Colourful Troll searched for a custard pie to cuddle. It might be a fairly curious exercise, to many, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie is the thing to opt for.

His Colourful Troll needed a painting of a melon that they sometimes insert somewhere. It might be a weird and wonderful proposal, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon of all things.

His Colourful Troll craved for a can of coke that they liked to eat. This seems a fairly exciting approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was wonderous. Who would have thought, a can of coke was the thing that was chosen.

His Colourful Troll desired a pint of cider to put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a surprising activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a pint of cider is the item to select.

His Colourful Troll always carried a bag of poop that they liked to put on his head. It is a fairly funny proposal, to you, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a bag of poop would be the item chosen.

His Colourful Troll desperately searched for a set of lego that they would sometimes worship. One might consider this to be a different idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a set of lego being the thing selected.