"What are you doing here?"

Startled, the child looked up and said, "I am lost. May I have something to eat? I am very hungry." The child looked around nervously.

Awww.... poor dear. I wish that I had children. "Come in, quick. I will give you a bowl of milk. But be careful because my husband, the ogre, eats children. If you hear him coming, hide at once."

The child was shaking with fear, but went inside. The ogre's wife gave him a bowl of milk. The boy had almost finished it when they heard a tremendous noise. The ogre was home.