My Adventurous Troll

My Adventurous Troll desperately searched for a rubber chicken that they liked to worship. It would have been a funny action, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken would be the chosen thing.

My Adventurous Troll desperately looked for a pen that they sometimes throw. It was a fairly extraordinary exercise, to most, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. A pen being the thing opted for.

My Adventurous Troll craved for a block of cheese that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might find this to be a fairly astonishing activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a block of cheese is the thing to select.

My Adventurous Troll looked for a toilet brush to drop. One might find this to be an exciting undertaking, to you, but not to the Troll, who feels it would be stunning. Who would have thought, a toilet brush being the item opted for.

My Adventurous Troll desperately craved for a wig to cuddle. It would be an extraordinary thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a wig was the chosen thing.

My Adventurous Troll always carried a sack of potatoes that they would often try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be an astonishing suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the item that was opted for.