My Tired Ogre

My Tired Ogre owned a sponge that they sometimes rub on his belly. This seems an original exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a sponge would be the item that was chosen.

My Tired Ogre desired a painting of a melon to eat. This seems to be a fairly astonishing approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be the most awesome idea. A painting of a melon is the thing to select.

My Tired Ogre desperately needed a painting of a melon to put in the bath with him. This seems to be an exciting operation, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it would be sublime. A painting of a melon is the item to choose.

My Tired Ogre searched for a stretchman to throw. This is certainly a fairly strange activity, to me, but not to the Ogre, who considered that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a stretchman would be the item that was chosen.

My Tired Ogre found a stretchman that they would often rub on his belly. This could be considered an unusual thought, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who assumed it was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman was the thing that was selected.

My Tired Ogre owned a bag of flour that they would often try to nail to the wall. It should have been a somewhat surprising undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Ogre, who expected it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a bag of flour is the item to opt for.