Their Nervous Troll

Their Nervous Troll desperately needed a computer to try to balance on their head. It should have been a strange thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a computer is the thing that was chosen.

Their Nervous Troll craved for a cheese grater that they liked to eat. This seems to be a bizarre approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a cheese grater being the thing opted for.

Their Nervous Troll owned a tomato that they would sleep with. This might appear to be a strange thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a tomato is the thing that was chosen.

Their Nervous Troll searched for a stretchman that they sometimes break. It should be a strange undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea is exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman was the item that was selected.

Their Nervous Troll desperately desired a sword that they would sometimes eat. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was out of this world. A sword was the thing that was selected.

Their Nervous Troll desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they would share. This might appear to be an extraordinary suggestion, to me, but not to the Troll, who considered it was simply life. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer being the thing selected.