The Beautiful Troll

The Beautiful Troll desperately searched for a spade that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be a curious thought, to some, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a spade is the item to select.

The Beautiful Troll craved for a ball that they would occasionally put up their bum. This is certainly an extraordinary thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea was epic. A ball would be the thing that was chosen.

The Beautiful Troll craved for a rubber chicken to put on his head. One might find this to be a fairly astonishing proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea was amazing. Strangely, a rubber chicken was the item that was chosen.

The Beautiful Troll desperately craved for a bat that they would sometimes share. It might be a fairly different operation, to me, but not to the Troll, who felt it would be spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a bat was the thing that was selected.

The Beautiful Troll always had with them a pint of beer that they would often sit and look at. It would be a curious action, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a pint of beer was the item that was opted for.

The Beautiful Troll owned a condom that they sometimes insert somewhere. It would be a fairly exciting undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is out of this world. Who would have imagined, a condom would be the chosen thing.