My Naughty Ogre

My Naughty Ogre carried a tomato that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a surprising activity, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who felt it would be simply life. Remarkably, a tomato is the thing that was chosen.

My Naughty Ogre carried a painting of a melon that they liked to play with. One might say this is a fairly exciting operation, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a painting of a melon was the thing that was chosen.

My Naughty Ogre carried a painting of a melon that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.

My Naughty Ogre often carried a hat that they would break. This might appear to be a fairly exciting operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who felt it would be amazing. Bizarrely, a hat would be the item chosen.

My Naughty Ogre often carried a cup that they would occasionally demolish. It would have been a funny thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a cup would be the item chosen.

My Naughty Ogre desperately searched for a sword that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a peculiar approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who expected it was miraculous. Who would have thought, a sword was the thing that was selected.