One day, an ogre moved in next door. He smelt like a rotten egg and looked like a warty avocado.

From my bedroom window,  I could see him playing with a burst beachball. I think it popped on his spiky nose!

Then he threw it at my window! I ran down to speak to him but he couldn’t understand me at all. So I decided to invite him into my garden, but I didn’t realise that it was a bad idea.

As soon as he came in, he broke every toy in there and made lots of holes with his sharp toenails.

When my mum came home she said “what is this mess?” I was grounded for the next month (apart from school).