My Troubled Ogre

My Troubled Ogre always kept a can of coke that they sometimes put down their trousers. It is considered to be a fairly different idea, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it was awesome. Honestly, a can of coke is the thing to choose.

My Troubled Ogre needed a stretchman to eat. It was a fairly strange operation, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who assumed it was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a stretchman is the item to choose.

My Troubled Ogre desperately needed a computer to annihilate One might say this is a somewhat surprising thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a computer being the chosen item.

My Troubled Ogre owned a helmet to put up their bum. One might find this to be an odd exercise, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who thought it was out of this world. Strangely, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Ogre owned a sack of potatoes that they would sit and look at. This seems to be a new thing to do, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who considered that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Honestly, a sack of potatoes was the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Ogre wanted a toilet brush that they would often cuddle. This could be considered a fairly bizarre idea, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it would be spectacular. A toilet brush is the thing that was chosen.