Eccentric Ogre desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes sit and look at. It was considered to be a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it would be miraculous. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon of all things.
Eccentric Ogre often carried a cheese grater that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly surprising thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a cheese grater was the thing that was selected.
Eccentric Ogre desperately craved for a bag of flour that they would often hug. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour would be the thing that was opted for.
Eccentric Ogre wanted a piece of paper that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It is a strange approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. A piece of paper is the item that was chosen.
Eccentric Ogre desired a cup that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It was a fairly extraordinary thought, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it was stunning. Honestly, a cup would be the thing that was selected.
Eccentric Ogre desperately wanted a sword that they would often worship. It might be a fairly strange thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who felt that it was in fact, out of this world. Remarkably, a sword was the chosen thing.