Eventually, the ogre got freedom. He became more fierce. His movements became faster and he became stronger. He was angry. He clenched his fists, raised them above his shoulders. I wondered what he was about to do, then I laughed from my stomach until I cried as he farted."Is that part of the plan too?" I asked.

The ogre was confused why I was laughing. It seemed like he didn't find it humorous that he farted in this kind of situation where he was the main character and the spotlight was on ...