Her Stupid Troll

Her Stupid Troll carried a cucumber that they would often embrace. This might appear to be a fairly surprising idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was fun. Strangely, a cucumber was the item that was chosen.

Her Stupid Troll wanted a custard pie that they would occasionally share. This might appear to be a surprising exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was fun. Who would have thought, a custard pie being the chosen thing.

Her Stupid Troll had a sword that they would sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly funny activity, to me, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Honestly, a sword is the item that was chosen.

Her Stupid Troll looked for a pint of cider that they would sometimes hug. It might have been a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a pint of cider was the item that was opted for.

Her Stupid Troll carried a pint of beer that they would hug. One might consider this to be a strange activity, to my children, but not to the Troll, who felt it would be stunning. Who would have thought, a pint of beer being the item selected.

Her Stupid Troll desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they would occasionally embrace. It should be a different undertaking, to my children, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of wine having that done to it