Their Green Troll

Their Green Troll craved for a bag of poop that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a fairly curious exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of poop would be the item that was selected.

Their Green Troll desperately craved for a spade that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly original approach to life, to me, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. Bizarrely, a spade would be the item that was opted for.

Their Green Troll looked for a computer that they liked to smash. It is a curious approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a computer is the thing to opt for.

Their Green Troll searched for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. One might consider this to be a fairly original operation, to my children, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is wonderous. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon was the item that was selected.

Their Green Troll always kept a stretchman that they liked to demolish. It might have been an original approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea is exciting. Remarkably, a stretchman would be the item that was selected.

Their Green Troll looked for a crown that they would sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly curious operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a crown would be the chosen thing.