If you were seven years old and your parents sent you off to fend for yourself, telling you it was a, ”Big, bright, beautiful world out there for everyone but you,” what would you do? If you are an ogre you hunker down and keep to yourself, after all, no one likes having a hinny on fire because of frightened town-folks. All goes well for our ogre until a bunch of fairy tale misfits show up in the swamp and start to make camp. What more can an ogre . . .