Ergo, the Ogre

Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.

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Your three words today are:
SNORE
SNORT
CHOKE

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Fred had an unusual problem. The minute he fell asleep, he’d start snoring within minutes. Not just ordinary snoring, but the kind that makes the roof shake. the only way he could stop is if his wife Camille, elbowed him in the ribs. Then, he would wake up with a snort — not like a pig snorts, more like a blue whale at 188 decibels.

This would go on several time a night. Fred managed to get enough sleep, but Camille was averaging two or three hours. She was on the verge of losing her job at the sawmill.

One evening they were watching TV in bed. Fred of course fell asleep. but Camille stayed awake watching Jimmy Kimmel and snacking on marinated artichoke hearts.

Soon, Fred started snoring and Camille finally lost it. His mouth was wide open, and she couldn’t resist shoving an artichoke in his mouth. Fred quit snoring the minute the artichoke hit his tongue. Without waking up he chewed and swallowed the artichoke. Camille couldn’t believe this was all she had to do to make him stop snoring.

All the sleep I missed over the years and will never get back!

As soon as Camille fell asleep, Fred began snoring again. Luckily, the artichoke hearts were in the room, so she just shoved a few in his mouth. He stopped immediately, but sure enough started snoring again as soon as Camille fell asleep.

This ain’t gonna work! She punched her pillow a few times. I gotta get some sleep!

Suddenly, Camille had the solution. If artichoke hearts worked for a little while… She threw off the covers and headed for the kitchen.

I know we have some. She searched every shelf in the pantry. And there it was, waaaay in the back.

Peanut butter: my new best friend.

She ran back upstairs and waited for Fred’s mouth to open. She didn’t have long to wait. His mouth opened and Camille scooped out a heaping tablespoon of peanut butter and plopped it into Fred’s cavernous mouth. Immediately, his mouth closed and started trying to chew the peanut butter.

Silence.

Camille quickly fell asleep, forgetting completely that Fred was allergic to peanuts.