The Depressed Troll

The Depressed Troll desperately needed a bat that they would occasionally put on his head. It would be a fairly peculiar operation, to many, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a bat is the item to select.

The Depressed Troll often carried a pint of cider to rub on his belly. This seems to be a fairly bizarre proposal, to many, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be wonderous. Bizarrely, a pint of cider is the item to opt for.

The Depressed Troll craved for a hat that they would often embrace. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a hat is the thing to select.

The Depressed Troll looked for a spade that they sometimes drop. This seems a bizarre operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, epic. A spade would be the item that was opted for.

The Depressed Troll wanted a spade that they would occasionally sleep with. It was considered to be an extraordinary thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a spade would be the item chosen.

The Depressed Troll looked for a pint of cider that they sometimes cuddle. One might find this to be a fairly different thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider being the item opted for.