Notes

In a land hidden from a human's blind eye, a pessimistic ogre lived in his swamp with the name of Shrek. He often got visited by angry mobs of villagers, attempting to kill him-- due to his frightening appearance.
Regularly, Shrek would rile the villagers even more, with a spook. Despite this fact, he's had enough of their irritating screeching and high maintainence. It's hard to live carefree when pitchforks and torches knock on your door. Unless it was to show surrender, it ticked Shrek off. Instead, this time he talked to them. [Disclaimer*: Shrek in fact, did not talk to the villagers in a mannerly tone. Alternatively, he had an impromptu let's-see-if-I-can-lose-my-voice session.] Albeit with no prevail, the angry mobs did lay off the weekly drop in.
"Look, I don't want to be involved in this nonsense. Why don't you go practice arson with your own friends? Hmm?" exclaimed Shrek, concealing his violent intentions.
Clearly, they didn't expect the ogre to react towards their routine. Either way, the uncultured villagers exited in a calm manner.
Consequently, months passed in flying colours. The villagers didn't attempt to rekindle an old flame. Without anyone accompanying Shrek, he regained his composure once more. Under these circumstances, coincidentally, a donkey bounced towards Shrek's swamp while humming a familiar tune.