My Big Ogre

My Big Ogre craved for a wig to throw. It was considered to be a fairly new action, to me, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a wig being the chosen thing.

My Big Ogre wanted a bat that they would often throw. It was a fairly new thought, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea was magnificent. Honestly, a bat is the item to choose.

My Big Ogre often carried a block of cheese that they would sleep with. One might say this is an unusual action, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea is fun. Remarkably, a block of cheese would be the item that was selected.

My Big Ogre had a magic 8 ball that they liked to cuddle. It might be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who felt that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball was the item that was chosen.

My Big Ogre desperately desired a bag of poop that they would often throw. It might be a fairly strange exercise, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of poop having that done to it

My Big Ogre searched for a bat that they would try to nail to the wall. It was a fairly exciting idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who considered that it was in fact, out of this world. Remarkably, a bat was the chosen thing.