His Crazy Ogre

His Crazy Ogre desperately looked for a bottle of beer to sit and look at. It might be a new activity, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer is the item to choose.

His Crazy Ogre desperately searched for a pint of beer that they would often try to balance on their head. It was a curious thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea is out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer is the item to select.

His Crazy Ogre desperately needed a bottle of coke to play with. It might be an astonishing undertaking, to most, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that this idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke being the thing selected.

His Crazy Ogre desperately searched for a big sponge that they sometimes put on his head. It would be a peculiar idea, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that this idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a big sponge is the thing to select.

His Crazy Ogre desperately craved for a custard pie that they sometimes experiment on. It is considered to be an odd thought, to me, but not to the Ogre, who felt that the idea was entertaining. A custard pie is the item to opt for.

His Crazy Ogre wanted a sword to eat. This might appear to be a strange approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. Who would have imagined, a sword having that done to it