A Depressed Troll

A Depressed Troll always kept a block of cheese that they would sometimes cuddle. It was a strange undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a block of cheese would be the item that was selected.

A Depressed Troll desired a hat that they would often embrace. One might say this is a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was epic. Bizarrely, a hat was the chosen thing.

A Depressed Troll always carried a pint of cider to smash. It is a bizarre idea, to most, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider is the item to choose.

A Depressed Troll always kept a sponge that they would sometimes put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly unusual thought, to most, but not to the Troll, who expected it would be epic. Who would have imagined, a sponge was the thing that was opted for.

A Depressed Troll always kept a sponge that they would sometimes hug. It might have been a fairly different operation, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was awesome. Who would have thought, a sponge is the thing to select.

A Depressed Troll desperately desired a rubber johnny that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a weird thing to do, to my children, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awesome. Honestly, a rubber johnny would be the item that was selected.