His Anxious Troll

His Anxious Troll always kept a painting of a melon that they would smash. This seems to be a fairly bizarre action, to you, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be simply life. Strangely, a painting of a melon is the item to choose.

His Anxious Troll desperately craved for a piece of paper that they sometimes demolish. It would be a fairly peculiar operation, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a piece of paper being the chosen thing.

His Anxious Troll craved for a cup that they would embrace. It should be a fairly strange exercise, to most, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a cup being the chosen item.

His Anxious Troll craved for a rubber johnny that they liked to sit and look at. It is a fairly unusual thought, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a rubber johnny being the thing selected.

His Anxious Troll desperately wanted a computer that they would experiment on. One might consider this to be a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to my children, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, spectacular. Bizarrely, a computer is the item to choose.

His Anxious Troll needed a pencil sharpener that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is considered to be a fairly curious action, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, sublime. Strangely, a pencil sharpener was the item that was chosen.