I am her Donkey. Princess Ogre, or Fiona, as you have all come to know her on my blog, is a friend of mine. She’s trapped, you see… In her Tower… Her tower of pukey pregnancy. Her tower isn’t LIKE most princess’s. It’s much worse. She’s been to the hospital a few times because she pukes a lot. Has the same medicine that they give Chemo patients in a pikline in her arm. It helps, but she still pukes. Just not as many times as before. We joked one day that she had to get back to her cave when she had managed to get out of the house for a bit, and one thing led to another, and the cave became a tower, and her sickness is that Dragon that kept Fiona in her tower, and because I’m SUCH a nice friend, Fiona turned into Princess OGRE (she CAN look a bit green some days) and then, she decided that if SHE was Princess Ogre, then I must be Donkey. So there you have it! My mysterious letters to that Ogre girl… I promised I would blog for her… and you all got to read! lol
I love you, Princes Ogre, and I’m so glad you are my friend.