Beer. Lipstick. Feet.
By Lakshna, age 16, Oman
There was once an ogre who lived in a brewery. His existence did not go unnoticed as every night he used to consume a vat of beer. But this was acceptable to the workers as they did not have to employ a night guard. They left him alone, and he left them to their devices. But the real reason the ogre lived there was because there were no women in and around that factory, and the reason he was terrified of the female race was because his feet were fatally allergic to the lipstick used by women. And it is very rare to find a woman, especially the young ones, without a tube of the coloured, gooey substance. It had taken him years to find such a comfortable and hazard-free place. He was happy.
But his peace of mind was to be short lived. One day a lady supervisor came to the factory to go over some technicalities. Being a woman, and a little conscious of her looks, she frequently took "touch-up" breaks. During one such break, she dropped her lipstick, which left a sizeable patch on the floor. The woman ignored it and went about her business.
Night came and the ogre was on his night stroll, having consumed half a vat of the beer and feeling strangely uncomfortable. To overcome his queasiness he decided to go to a different part of the factory. Alas for him, the path he decided to take led him straight to the still present patch of lipstick. He stepped on it and did not realise his error until it was too late.
His death was mourned by the workers, but not for long, because not long after, another ogre came. But that is another story.
