Once upon a sunny morning, Shrek woke up in his cozy swamp. He stretched his green arms and yawned a big ogre yawn, 'Good morning Swamp!' he said.

Shrek decided it was the perfect day to visit his childhood home. With a skip and a hop, he was ready to go. 'Let's see my old casa părintească!' he said with a smile.

As Shrek walked, he sang a happy tune. 'La la la, oh what fun! Off to casa părintească I run!' The more he sang, the happier he felt.

He crossed a bridge where the trolls said 'Hello!', and passed by a field where the flowers did a little troll dance.

Finally, he saw it! The little cottage nestled between two big trees. 'There's my casa părintească!' Shrek exclaimed gleefully.

Inside, the old house was as Shrek remembered. The tiny chairs, the old wooden table, and the funny pictures on the walls.

Shrek found his favorite toy from when he was wee—his bouncy ogre ball. 'Boing, boing!' It made a terrific sound.

'What a day!' Shrek thought. He decided to rest in the comfy armchair by the fire, remembering all the games he played as a little ogre.

Suddenly, Shrek's stomach growled—'Grrrr!'—a sound as loud as a roaring troll. It was time for a snack!

He waddled into the kitchen, 'Let's see what ogre-y snacks I can make!' Shrek found some juicy apples and crunchy carrots.

After a delightful snack, Shrek was full and happy. He thought, 'Visiting casa părintească is the best!' He sang one last tune before skipping back to his cozy swamp.

Back at the swamp, as the fireflies began to glow, Shrek said, 'Goodnight, Swamp! I'll dream of casa părintească tonight!' And he went to bed with a heart full of warm memories.