Their Hungry Ogre

Their Hungry Ogre desperately searched for a mug that they would sometimes cuddle. This seems an odd thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who considered it was simply life. Honestly, a mug being the chosen item.

Their Hungry Ogre desperately craved for a CD player that they would sometimes eat. It would be a fairly bizarre activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who felt that it was in fact, entertaining. Bizarrely, a CD player was the thing that was selected.

Their Hungry Ogre desperately desired a CD player that they would often share. One might say this is a fairly peculiar thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a CD player was the chosen thing.

Their Hungry Ogre desired a sword that they sometimes rub on his belly. One might find this to be a fairly weird activity, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea was simply life. Honestly, a sword being the chosen thing.

Their Hungry Ogre desperately wanted a helmet that they would sometimes smash. This is certainly a fairly surprising action, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, epic. Honestly, a helmet was the item that was opted for.

Their Hungry Ogre always kept a teapot that they liked to rub on his belly. This seems a new undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that it was in fact, sublime. Strangely, a teapot was the item that was opted for.