I was only nine years old. I loved Shrek so much and I still do to this day. I owned all the movies and merchandise, I even pray to Shrek every night, thanking him for the life I have been given. "Shrek is love. Shrek is life" I say. My dad overhears me and mumbles "faggot.". "Cunt" I said back, He is obviously jealous of my devotion and my relationship with the lord and savoir, Shrek. He slaps me across my face and sends me to my room. I start to cry from the pain. I climb into my bed and it is very cold and lonely, suddenly I feel a warmth moving towards me. I fell something touch me. It's Shrek. I am instantly filled with joy . He whispers lovingly into my ear "This is my swamp". He then grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me
