My Red Troll

My Red Troll desperately craved for a magic 8 ball that they liked to play with. This is certainly an astonishing exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a magic 8 ball of all things.

My Red Troll desperately needed a can of coke that they would often try to balance on their head. It is considered to be a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of coke would be the item that was selected.

My Red Troll often carried a pen that they would sometimes sleep with. It would have been a bizarre approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen is the item to choose.

My Red Troll desperately needed a helmet that they would occasionally cuddle. It might be an unusual approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a helmet would be the item chosen.

My Red Troll had a sponge that they would sometimes embrace. It is considered to be a fairly odd undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a sponge is the thing to opt for.

My Red Troll often carried a little monkey that they sometimes annihilate One might find this to be a fairly exciting exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought it would be awesome. Bizarrely, a little monkey is the item that was chosen.