"You know I love Fiona, boss. Right?" said Puss. He leaned over. "But what I'm talking about here is you, me, my cousin's boat, a fresh plate of chili, and two weeks of nothing but riding."
"Riding? Don't be ridiculous, Puss. I'm an ogre. I'm not cut out to ride," I said.
"What make you say that? You have ridden before. Do you not remember?"
"I was a human, Puss! An ogre could never ride a horse. The horse's poor legs would collapse under my weight," I said.
"We will find a nice strong horse for you, boss," said Puss.
"A strong horse? Puss, there's no way I could ride a horse. The strongest horse couldn't carry me," I said.
"Very well then, boss. If you say so," said Puss.
I sighed.