Her Depressed Troll

Her Depressed Troll looked for a cucumber that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It is an astonishing proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be breathtaking. Who would have thought, a cucumber was the chosen thing.

Her Depressed Troll desperately desired a crown that they would sometimes drop. It was considered to be an astonishing suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a crown was the item that was chosen.

Her Depressed Troll always carried a can of Tango that they would occasionally smash. It would have been a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea is fun. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the thing to opt for.

Her Depressed Troll often carried a pen that they liked to drop. This seems a fairly new undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a pen was the item that was opted for.

Her Depressed Troll desperately needed a CD player that they would sometimes sit and look at. It was considered to be a fairly curious suggestion, to my children, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea is awe-inspring. A CD player was the item that was chosen.

Her Depressed Troll always had with them a spade that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It might have been a fairly different thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a spade was the chosen item.