Their Purple Troll

Their Purple Troll owned a teapot that they would hug. One might say this is a strange thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who thinks it would be epic. Remarkably, a teapot is the thing that was chosen.

Their Purple Troll desperately searched for a hat that they would demolish. It was an odd activity, to some, but not to the Troll, who expected that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have imagined, a hat is the item that was chosen.

Their Purple Troll had a hat that they would sometimes break. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be wonderous. Bizarrely, a hat was the thing that was selected.

Their Purple Troll needed a pen that they would often put in the bath with him. It is an astonishing undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was spectacular. Honestly, a pen being the chosen item.

Their Purple Troll wanted a teapot that they sometimes smash. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. Honestly, a teapot would be the item that was chosen.

Their Purple Troll desperately craved for a bag of poop that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It might be an extraordinary activity, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, out of this world. Remarkably, a bag of poop being the thing selected.