My Yellow Troll

My Yellow Troll desperately searched for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally throw. It is a fairly astonishing exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon is the item to select.

My Yellow Troll desperately needed a hat that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It would be a curious idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Who would have thought, a hat being the chosen item.

My Yellow Troll desperately wanted a sword that they would occasionally hug. It is an exciting idea, to my children, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be out of this world. Who would have imagined, a sword is the item to select.

My Yellow Troll had a rubber chicken that they would rub on his belly. One might say this is a different action, to many, but not to the Troll, who expected it was exciting. A rubber chicken would be the thing that was selected.

My Yellow Troll always kept a tomato that they liked to worship. This seems to be a curious operation, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a tomato was the item that was opted for.

My Yellow Troll desperately desired a melon that they would smash. This could be considered a fairly original suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was epic. A melon was the item that was chosen.