Her Chinese Ogre

Her Chinese Ogre desperately craved for a custard pie that they would sometimes break. It should be an extraordinary activity, to many, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is entertaining. A custard pie was the item that was opted for.

Her Chinese Ogre desperately desired a cup that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems a new undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a cup was the thing that was selected.

Her Chinese Ogre found a bag of poop to embrace. It was a weird proposal, to you, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.

Her Chinese Ogre desperately wanted a hat to put on his head. This could be considered a peculiar approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who felt that this idea is wonderous. A hat was the thing that was selected.

Her Chinese Ogre searched for a hat that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a hat being the chosen item.

Her Chinese Ogre always had with them a bottle of wine that they would occasionally play with. One might consider this to be a peculiar suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who felt that this idea is awesome. Strangely, a bottle of wine being the thing opted for.