My Ogress Neighbor Tomoe-san Extra Quality Online

Tomoe-san doesn't eat people. She feeds them.

Tomoe-san is eight feet of muscle wrapped in a floral apron. Her horns curl back like a ram’s, shaved clean to keep them from snagging on her laundry line. Her tusks, filed down to dull points, peek out when she smiles. And she smiles a lot. my ogress neighbor tomoe-san

Instead, she fixes my collar, brushes a crumb off my cheek, and asks, "Did you finish your homework, Mouse?" Tomoe-san doesn't eat people

That was three months ago. Now, I wake up to a lunchbox on my doorstep every morning. Pink, with a ribbon. Inside: onigiri shaped like rabbits, tamagoyaki folded like gold, and a little note in shaky handwriting: "You forgot to take out your trash again, Mouse. Do better." filed down to dull points