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parents in a bog by a tree. It was a pretty nasty place, but he was happy
because ogres like nasty. On his 7th birthday the little ogre’s parents sat him
down to talk, just as all ogre parents had for hundreds of years before. Ahh, I
know it’s sad, very sad, but ogres are used to that – the hardships, the
indignities. And so the little ogre went on his way and found a perfectly rancid
swamp far away from civilization. And whenever a mob came along to attack
him he knew exactly what to do. Rooooooaaaaar! Hahahaha!