The dress is still damp and heavier than you expected but you remove it from the clothes line and slip it on over your current clothing. The ties give you some trouble, especially near the elbows but you get it fasten and give it an experimental twirl. It's too heavy to swirl out with satisfaction and instead gives off a musty smell. Oh well, you do what you have to do to fit in. You turn to the house and think better of your plan of simply knocking with the fear they may recognized the appropriated clothing. Instead you bypass the house and set out to cross the field.

You're halfway across, dodging sheep and droppings with ease, when you see a man sitting under a tree. Unfortunately, he's seen you first and gives you a hearty wave. You wave back while continuing your path towards the other end of the field but he beckons you over. You think it would be wiser not to say hi and walk on.

"Gertrude!" the man bellows after you. He pulls himself up using a shepherd's crook and begins in you direction. You know if he gets any closer he'll figure out you're not Gertrude so you speed up your pace. So does he.

You're at a full run when he catches up you and grabs your arm. He spins you around to face him and though you keep your head down he already knows something is wrong. The language that comes from his mouth isn't foul but not one you've every heard before. You dare to look and find this man is huge. You only come to his chest and are left staring at a broad stomach covered with straining fabric. Looking up you see his skin is tinted green. He has a broad nose, dark, beady eyes, and leering smile. He knows you're not Gertrude but he's not upset, and you have the feeling you may no longer be a free person. You struggle against his grip but he holds tighter so you scream. It's a horrifying, blood curdling sound that makes all the sheep look up. Too bad there is no one else around to hear. The ogre, for that is what he is, only smiles and says something you don't understand.

"Let me go!" you demand. The smile on his face disappears.

"Merican," he replies. His grip loosens a bit but only because he's drawn a knife from his belt. You're not give a chance to respond before he plunges it in your belly. The world around you goes cold and black.

Killed by an ogre!