Their Bum Loving Troll

Their Bum Loving Troll desperately wanted a melon that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a curious exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a melon was the thing that was opted for.

Their Bum Loving Troll desired a bottle of wine that they would sometimes insert somewhere. This seems a fairly curious approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a bottle of wine being the thing opted for.

Their Bum Loving Troll found a custard pie that they would sleep with. It was considered to be a funny thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea was breathtaking. A custard pie is the thing to opt for.

Their Bum Loving Troll desperately searched for a teapot that they would often smash. It would have been a weird undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a teapot would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Bum Loving Troll needed a pencil sharpener that they would share. One might say this is a strange operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Bum Loving Troll desperately searched for a crown that they would often rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that it was in fact, wonderous. Honestly, a crown of all things.