The following is the first few pages of a children's story I intend to publish titled, "Ogre for a Day." Illustrations have yet to be developed, but stay tuned for more information on my progress.
I knew something was wrong when I woke up this morning.
My brain felt three sizes too big
and my feet were smellier than I remembered.
I stumbled out of bed and looked in the mirror.
My hair was tangled and poked out all over the place.
My teeth were big and yellow.
My eyes were small and grumpy.
Yep. It looked like someone had turned me into an Ogre.
I knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
It was probably a Wizard who did this to me.
You hear a lot about Wizards these days.
That sneaky Wizard must have crept in while I was sleeping
and transformed me into an Ogre.
If I were awake, maybe I could have stopped him.
But I was sleeping like I was supposed to.
You can't blame me for that.
It's not my fault that Ogres are so loud in the morning.
I clomp tromped down the stairs to get some breakfast.
"MEAT! GET ME RAW MEAT!" I yelled to my dad.
"Raw meat is not good for young boys,"
he said without looking up from his newspaper.
"Especially for breakfast."
