Her Red Ogre

Her Red Ogre desperately desired a bag of poop that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. One might find this to be an original idea, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who expected it was amazing. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

Her Red Ogre searched for a helmet that they would sometimes experiment on. One might consider this to be a peculiar activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who thought it was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet being the chosen item.

Her Red Ogre wanted a computer that they would sometimes put on his head. This seems to be a bizarre activity, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who felt it was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a computer is the thing to opt for.

Her Red Ogre craved for a pint of cider that they would often sit and look at. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thought, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who thought it would be fun. Remarkably, a pint of cider was the chosen thing.

Her Red Ogre owned a hat that they would occasionally throw. It should be a fairly exciting proposal, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that this idea is epic. Remarkably, a hat was the chosen thing.

Her Red Ogre always carried a pint of cider that they would put on his head. It would be a weird undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. Bizarrely, a pint of cider would be the item that was opted for.