Wendy just spoke to the ogres, perhaps they were nice.
The ogre replied only "grrarg barr"
they suggested a fireplace.
"will you cooking me?" Wendy shocked.
"graa grarr" the ogre sounded annoyed.
"But I will not be your meal, you know?"
"marr grarr GRARR" An ogre nourished himself with a spit.
"How can I convince the ogres just to let me go?"
