Depressed Troll

Depressed Troll looked for a cheese grater that they would often try to nail to the wall. This seems to be a fairly unusual undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a cheese grater was the chosen thing.

Depressed Troll needed a bottle of wine that they sometimes put up their bum. It should have been a curious idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought it was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine is the thing to choose.

Depressed Troll always carried a hat that they sometimes break. It might have been a fairly extraordinary operation, to me, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a hat being the chosen thing.

Depressed Troll craved for a sword that they would occasionally sit and look at. It is a fairly odd thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword would be the thing that was selected.

Depressed Troll desperately wanted a rubber johnny that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This might appear to be a fairly original thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who considered that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny would be the chosen thing.

Depressed Troll desperately searched for a crown that they would sometimes drop. One might consider this to be a fairly original idea, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who considered that it was in fact, stunning. Bizarrely, a crown is the thing to select.