Her Worrisome Troll

Her Worrisome Troll often carried a can of Tango that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It might be a different action, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be stunning. Strangely, a can of Tango being the chosen thing.

Her Worrisome Troll desperately searched for a pint of cider to rub on his belly. This could be considered a curious thought, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. A pint of cider being the thing selected.

Her Worrisome Troll desperately needed a rubber chicken that they liked to embrace. This might appear to be a fairly different operation, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.

Her Worrisome Troll desperately looked for a piece of paper that they would put down their trousers. This could be considered a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought it was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Worrisome Troll desperately wanted a Harry Potter wand that they would often cuddle. It was a new approach to life, to some, but not to the Troll, who assumed it was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a Harry Potter wand would be the item that was opted for.

Her Worrisome Troll always kept a tomato that they would sometimes throw. It was a fairly surprising action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is entertaining. A tomato being the chosen thing.