My Silly Troll desperately craved for a wig that they would occasionally eat. This could be considered a fairly weird operation, to me, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, wonderful. Strangely, a wig is the thing to opt for.
My Silly Troll desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they would often demolish. One might find this to be a new activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea is miraculous. Honestly, a rubber chicken was the chosen thing.
My Silly Troll found a sword that they liked to demolish. It is a bizarre operation, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who feels it was amazing. A sword would be the chosen thing.
My Silly Troll desperately craved for a radiator that they would occasionally smash. It was a fairly funny undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator being the chosen thing.
My Silly Troll searched for a sword that they would sit and look at. It might have been a somewhat surprising approach to life, to you, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a sword was the thing that was selected.
My Silly Troll desperately searched for a pint of cider that they would often annihilate One might consider this to be an extraordinary operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider is the thing to select.
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