The Day the Ogre Sent Me To the Store

Tuesday was the day the ogre found my kitchen. The dog sat in the hallway for an hour watching her Empty my refrigerator, and two cupboards. I had never heard my dog whine like this, I thought it odd But I was tired, after a fitful sleep, So I called in sick, and slid back under my pillow. By noon the ogre had emptied two more cupboards. I know because she was a braggart. When I trotted into my bathroom I noticed my makeup was gone. I did not see who was wearing my eyeliner and lipstick Until I reached the kitchen. Where the dog would not go. No wonder. The ogre was enormous, flamboyant, and intimidating. “Is that my lipstick?” I asked her. She laughed, showing me uneven yellow teeth Then she began to brag about what she had eaten first, and how fast she had done it. I tried to chase her away, but she refused to go. She sent me to the store with a shopping list. What could I do? She was holding my dog hostage.