Her Hungry Ogre

Her Hungry Ogre desperately needed a helmet that they sometimes play with. One might find this to be a different undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet is the thing to choose.

Her Hungry Ogre carried a bottle of coke that they would often smash. This seems to be a fairly bizarre operation, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who felt it was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Hungry Ogre desperately craved for a helmet that they would sometimes cuddle. This could be considered a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a helmet being the chosen item.

Her Hungry Ogre desperately looked for a ball to share. It was a funny activity, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a ball would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Hungry Ogre desired a sponge that they would put in the bath with him. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that the idea was simply life. A sponge was the chosen thing.

Her Hungry Ogre carried a teapot that they would often break. It should have been a surprising operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who expected it was out of this world. Honestly, a teapot being the item selected.