My Grumpy Ogre

My Grumpy Ogre wanted a spade that they would hug. One might say this is a weird operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it would be sublime. Bizarrely, a spade is the item to choose.

My Grumpy Ogre desperately searched for a sword that they would sometimes break. One might find this to be a bizarre exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea was sublime. Honestly, a sword was the thing that was selected.

My Grumpy Ogre desperately needed a wig that they liked to sit and look at. It should have been an exciting idea, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is epic. You wouldnt have thought, a wig would be the thing that was chosen.

My Grumpy Ogre desired a custard pie to embrace. It would be a somewhat surprising thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is amazing. Remarkably, a custard pie being the thing selected.

My Grumpy Ogre owned a spade that they would occasionally demolish. It should have been an astonishing thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a spade of all things.

My Grumpy Ogre looked for a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It is a fairly exciting thought, to most, but not to the Ogre, who expected it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand being the item selected.