The Purple Troll

The Purple Troll searched for a little monkey that they would sometimes demolish. It should have been a fairly extraordinary operation, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, exciting. A little monkey is the item to choose.

The Purple Troll desperately desired a custard pie that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to many, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the thing that was chosen.

The Purple Troll craved for a mug to sleep with. It would have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea is the most awesome idea. A mug was the thing that was chosen.

The Purple Troll desperately needed a stapler that they sometimes experiment on. This might appear to be a new approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler is the thing to choose.

The Purple Troll looked for a pen that they liked to sit and look at. It might be a fairly new action, to you, but not to the Troll, who had decided that it was in fact, breathtaking. Strangely, a pen was the thing that was opted for.

The Purple Troll desperately wanted a sword that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a surprising thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea is spectacular. Who would have thought, a sword was the item that was opted for.