My Beautiful Ogre

My Beautiful Ogre desperately needed a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This could be considered a funny operation, to many, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball being the thing opted for.

My Beautiful Ogre had a bag of poop that they would occasionally break. This seems a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. A bag of poop being the item opted for.

My Beautiful Ogre often carried a bottle of coke that they liked to sit and look at. One might say this is an unusual exercise, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. Remarkably, a bottle of coke being the thing opted for.

My Beautiful Ogre craved for a stapler that they would eat. This could be considered a new activity, to me, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a stapler would be the thing that was selected.

My Beautiful Ogre desperately wanted a wig that they would occasionally share. This might appear to be an astonishing thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be exciting. Bizarrely, a wig would be the thing that was chosen.

My Beautiful Ogre looked for a spade that they would sometimes smash. It would have been a fairly surprising proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who expected that it was in fact, wonderous. Honestly, a spade is the item to choose.