Their Orange Ogre

Their Orange Ogre desperately desired a bag of flour that they would play with. This could be considered a surprising activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that this idea is spectacular. A bag of flour being the chosen item.

Their Orange Ogre always carried a magic 8 ball that they would often hug. One might find this to be a bizarre idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is wonderous. Strangely, a magic 8 ball was the item that was opted for.

Their Orange Ogre carried a custard pie that they would often break. This seems to be an odd operation, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the chosen item.

Their Orange Ogre carried a toilet brush that they would sometimes hug. It would have been a curious thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who feels it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a toilet brush was the item that was selected.

Their Orange Ogre desperately searched for a rubber chicken that they would often hug. It is a strange suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken was the chosen thing.

Their Orange Ogre looked for a sponge that they would occasionally annihilate One might consider this to be an astonishing operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a sponge of all things.