Page 1 of 4 > I was only 9 years old
>I loved Shrek so much, I ownd all the movies and merchandise
>I pray to Shrek every night, thanking him for the life i have been given
Page 2 of 4 >"Shrek is love", i say, "Shrek is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a faggot
>He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Shrek
>I call him a cunt
Page 3 of 4 >He slaps me and sends me to my room
>I am crying now, because my face hurts
>I go to my bed and its very cold
>I feel a warmth moving towards me
>I feel something
Page 4 of 4 >It's Shrek
>I am so happy
>He wispers into my ear, "This is my swamp"
>He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and knees
