Amos spent that night having a weird dream.He'd dreamt that while he slept a old ogress
had slipped into his bedchamber,and bound him to the bedposts.She'd then stripped naked,and
did likewise to him.He'd tried to resist,but felt tired,lethagic,like his meal
had been drugged.
Then Amos woke up and discovered it wasn't a dream.He wasn't bound,but he was nude and drugged.
She unstopped a bottle and poured its bright red contents into two glasses.At first he
refused to drink the glass she offered him,but when she pointed out it was a matter of life or
death ,he drank down the broth,as did she.
Then she put a scaly belt around his waist,and a companion belt around her.
Finally she put a gold neck chain around her neck and one around her own.
Then she fell on top of him and began twisting his chain,calling him a pimp
a sissy a coward.Red faced he soon was shouting similar insults at his unwanted love
partner,whilst doing his best to choke her to death.
Strangely enough,though they both aught to have choked the other to death,
they were both still concious,if somewhat red faced and in a furious mood.
Had Amos been more observant,he might have noticed that his
fingers and toes had begun to lengtrhen,gnarl and twist,as had those of the ogress.
Of course Amos didn't know why the ogress had a look of frustration.He didn't
know she wanted more than long digits.
All might have been reversed if Amos hadn,t found that statue of a ogre make
in a nearby sack.With it he clobbered the ogress with a statue of her son Earl the
ogre right between her eyes.