My Confused Troll

My Confused Troll carried a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes sleep with. It is an odd exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

My Confused Troll always had with them a bag of flour that they would sometimes experiment on. This could be considered a new proposal, to my children, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is sublime. A bag of flour was the chosen thing.

My Confused Troll desired a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It was a fairly odd activity, to you, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea is amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was chosen.

My Confused Troll found a stretchman to put down their trousers. It is a fairly original operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a stretchman of all things.

My Confused Troll desperately craved for a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes drop. It was an astonishing thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand is the item that was chosen.

My Confused Troll always carried a custard pie that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a new thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the thing to select.