The Ogre

Peering between the heavy vegetation, the nasty vision of the creature that met Dent’s eyes surely matched the foul odor the youngster had been following with his nose. Just yesterday he had heard two castle guards talking about it next to the blacksmith’s shop. They had tried to speak of it in secret but no one really paid much attention to an eleven year old boy. They had hardly noticed him there as Dent pretended to clean the mud from his father’s horse’s shoes. An ogre would surely be something to see, he had thought to himself as he listened.

Dent had been quite jealous listening to his older brother talk about the “adventures” their father took him on. Mainly they were just small trips to the next village as they made deliveries there. But to listen to his brother talk you would have thought they had been off hunting dragons. With only the promise of his father that he too would soon be old enough to join them, Dent became impatient. When he heard of the sighting of the ogre and it’s whereabouts, he had made up his mind to have his own adventure, one that would certainly outdo any his brother would ever imagine.

And here he was right at this very moment peaking out at the hideous giant that had only yesterday been made out of fairy tales and folklore!

Holding his nose, Dent watched the huge creature picking it’s yellow stained teeth with it’s long dirty fingernails broken on their edges. Phew, what a smell. It’s green-gray skin was caked with dry mud, strands of hair popping through here and there. Wait until he told his brother about this!