Her Bum Loving Troll

Her Bum Loving Troll desperately wanted a spade to play with. It would have been an original undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was awesome. Strangely, a spade would be the item chosen.

Her Bum Loving Troll desperately desired a melon that they would often hug. This seems to be a fairly bizarre action, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a melon is the thing to opt for.

Her Bum Loving Troll needed a pint of cider that they would try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Strangely, a pint of cider is the item that was chosen.

Her Bum Loving Troll owned a bag of poop that they would occasionally hug. It should be a fairly astonishing action, to me, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was out of this world. Honestly, a bag of poop having that done to it

Her Bum Loving Troll wanted a spade that they would occasionally cuddle. One might find this to be a surprising proposal, to some, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have imagined, a spade is the item that was chosen.

Her Bum Loving Troll craved for a little monkey to embrace. This might appear to be a new thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a little monkey was the chosen thing.