Donkey didn't stop. He was vibrating with excitement. "It’s worse than fire! It’s... it’s a ! They’ve put up a sign by the road. 'Visit the Magic Swamp: Home of the Heroic Ogre.' There’s a line of wagons a mile long, and they’ve all got cameras and souvenir hats!"
"I’m not a hero," Shrek growled, his voice low. "I’m an ogre. I’m supposed to be feared, not... marketed ." shreak
He walked out to the edge of his property, where the first wagon of tourists had just arrived. A man in a velvet vest stepped out. "Oh look! The authentic ogre experience! Do the roar, big guy!" Donkey didn't stop
stepped out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron. "It’s a bit much, isn’t it? I just tried to pick some nightshade and a little girl asked me for a selfie." It’s
Shrek’s ears twitched. His peaceful, stinky sanctuary was being turned into a theme park. He looked out past his fence and saw it: a bright, sparkly sign that definitely didn't belong in a bog. Behind it, a crowd of villagers from were already lining up, holding "I Love Shrek" foam fingers.
Shrek swung the door open, his massive green frame filling the frame. "Donkey, I’ve told you. Unless the swamp is on fire or someone’s giving away free onion-flavored waffles, don’t knock before noon."