Her Fat Ogre

Her Fat Ogre desperately looked for a crown that they sometimes eat. This is certainly a fairly odd approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a crown is the thing to opt for.

Her Fat Ogre desperately searched for a bat that they sometimes worship. It might be a new exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that it was in fact, awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a bat is the item to choose.

Her Fat Ogre desired a bottle of beer to put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly funny undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer would be the item that was selected.

Her Fat Ogre always carried a spade that they would sometimes put up their bum. It should be a fairly surprising action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who considered that it was in fact, stunning. Strangely, a spade is the thing to opt for.

Her Fat Ogre needed a rubber chicken that they would sometimes hug. It would be a fairly odd thought, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who assumed it was sublime. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken was the item that was chosen.

Her Fat Ogre desperately searched for a pencil sharpener that they would share. It was a peculiar exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener is the thing that was chosen.