My Purple Troll

My Purple Troll searched for a bag of flour to hug. It was considered to be an odd activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is out of this world. Honestly, a bag of flour is the item to select.

My Purple Troll desperately searched for a magic 8 ball that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a fairly funny approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball was the item that was opted for.

My Purple Troll desperately needed a teapot that they would put on his head. One might consider this to be an astonishing exercise, to most, but not to the Troll, who expected it would be breathtaking. Bizarrely, a teapot being the chosen thing.

My Purple Troll desperately searched for a bag of poop that they liked to break. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea is miraculous. Who would have thought, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.

My Purple Troll always had with them a sponge that they sometimes put in the bath with him. This could be considered a new exercise, to many, but not to the Troll, who thinks that it was in fact, epic. Who would have imagined, a sponge was the thing that was opted for.

My Purple Troll desperately desired a teapot that they would often sleep with. This could be considered an exciting action, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a teapot being the chosen thing.