A Anxious Ogre

A Anxious Ogre always carried a sword that they would occasionally put up their bum. It should be a fairly unusual thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a sword is the thing to choose.

A Anxious Ogre desperately searched for a bottle of beer that they liked to put on his head. It might be a fairly surprising idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer is the thing to select.

A Anxious Ogre always carried a bag of flour that they would often break. It might be a fairly peculiar activity, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be magnificent. Honestly, a bag of flour being the chosen thing.

A Anxious Ogre desired a CD player to worship. It might be a fairly weird and wonderful action, to me, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a CD player having that done to it

A Anxious Ogre searched for a pint of beer that they would often smash. It might be a fairly unusual thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it would be amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of beer of all things.

A Anxious Ogre always kept a stapler that they would often put down their trousers. One might consider this to be an exciting thought, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who thought that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a stapler was the thing that was chosen.