 That's where the ogre lives, they call him the green-eyed ogre. Children, small children in particular, little boys are his favourite. They taste better and their bones are easier to crunch. When he's very, very hungry, you can hear his belly rumbling. He hides beneath the trees, keeps very quiet and picks the little boys off one by one. Most boys are too frightened even to set foot in the park. I used to know an ogre hunter once. The finest in the land he was, so full of courage and vigor. I'm a little old for that sort of thing, darling. He's only as old as you feel, darling. It's all in the mind. You may not get too many chances to play with your grandchildren. Why don't you lie yourself one last adventure? Well, I'm not doing it without children. Well, it's a good kid.