My Lucky Ogre

My Lucky Ogre desperately needed a hat that they sometimes sit and look at. It was a strange undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a hat being the chosen item.

My Lucky Ogre desired a sword that they would sometimes hug. It should have been an astonishing proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who assumed it was stunning. Who would have thought, a sword would be the thing that was opted for.

My Lucky Ogre desperately wanted a sword that they would often put in the bath with him. This could be considered a fairly peculiar idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword was the chosen thing.

My Lucky Ogre wanted a sack of potatoes that they would cuddle. One might say this is an extraordinary idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that this idea was awesome. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the item to select.

My Lucky Ogre wanted a pen that they liked to drop. One might consider this to be an astonishing thought, to many, but not to the Ogre, who assumed it was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a pen would be the item that was chosen.

My Lucky Ogre desperately craved for a sponge that they would sometimes insert somewhere. One might say this is a fairly surprising idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who felt that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a sponge would be the thing that was selected.