The ogre trudged along the snowy road, his wool coat wet and itchy against his skin. He passed a weathered sign that could barely be made out – Freeport, 5 miles. He was coming home.

I be back! I be goin’ to explore some dem new lands dat I been hearin’ about, an’ I glad to meet up with all my old friends again. Here a picture I took last night near dis city in de cold lands.