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Donkey looked at Shrek for a moment, considering these words. For a second, it looked as if he was startled enough to actually shut up. But no. He was Donkey. «Wow!» he said enthusiastically. «Only a true friend could be that cruelly honest.» «Listen, little donkey,» said Shrek, looking down at the Donkey, whose head came up to about waist-level on the ogre. «Take a look at me. What am I?» Donkey craned his neck to look up at Shrek’s face. «Ahhh, really tall?» he guessed. «No! I’m an ogre! You know, as in «grab your torch and pitchforks!» Doesn’t that bother you?» «Nope,» replied Donkey. «Really?» said Shrek, a little surprised. «Really, really,» Donkey assured him, sounding incredibly sincere. Shrek was suddenly disarmed. He wasn’t used to anyone looking deeper than his ugly green skin. «Oh …?» «Man, I like you. What’s your name?» asked Donkey. «Ahh … Shrek,» said the ogre hesitantly. Then he turned and continued on his way. This, finally, almost shut Donkey up. «Shrek?» he said at last, trying to absorb this unfortunate name. But he was not to be daunted, not even by a name like Shrek. He shook it off. «You got that kind of ‘I don’t care what anybody thinks of me’ thing. I like that, I respect that, Shrek. You’re all right.» Excerpt from shrek TM & © 2001 Dream Works Reprinted by permission of DreamWorks L.L.C
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