The Purple Ogre

The Purple Ogre carried a stapler that they would occasionally annihilate It should have been a fairly surprising thought, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a stapler of all things.

The Purple Ogre looked for a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally eat. This might appear to be an extraordinary proposal, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a magic 8 ball was the thing that was chosen.

The Purple Ogre desperately wanted a piece of paper that they would often insert somewhere. This could be considered a bizarre operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a piece of paper being the chosen thing.

The Purple Ogre owned a hat that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been a weird and wonderful undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a hat was the chosen thing.

The Purple Ogre always kept a custard pie that they sometimes rub on his belly. This seems to be an exciting operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a custard pie is the thing that was chosen.

The Purple Ogre desperately looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a fairly bizarre exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Dr Pepper being the item selected.