Jack and the Beanstalk

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Once upon a time there was a poor wid­ow a young boy called Jack who was brave and quick-wit­ted. He lived with his moth­er in a small cot­tage and their most valu­able pos­ses­sion was their cow, Milky-White. But the day came when Milky-White gave them no milk and Jack­’s moth­er said she must be sold.

Take her to mar­ket,” she told Jack, “and mind you get a good price for her.” And Thank You Moth­er farewell, Good­bye Hon­ey said Jack’s moth­er

So Jack set out to mar­ket lead­ing Milky-White by her hal­ter. After a while he sat down to rest by the side of the road. An strange old man came by and Jack told him where he was going.

Don’t both­er to go to the mar­ket,” you too young Jack,

the old man said. “Sell your cow to me. I will pay you well. Look at these five mag­ic beans. Only plant them, and overnight you will find you have the finest bean plants in all the world. You’ll be bet­ter off with these beans than with an old cow or mon­ey You’re The Remark­able Jack? Asked The old man . Now, how many mag­ic beans is five,

Two in each hand and one in your mouth,” replied Jack, as sharp as a nee­dle.

Right you are, here are five mag­ic beans,” said the old man and he hand­ed the beans are mag­ic beans What That! said Jack  Jack and took Milky-White’s hal­ter I’m not going far to the mar­ket, he said Jack noth­ing hap­pen to them away home sir  You’d best be on your way said the old man  be care­ful with the beans, Jack.

After the Strange Old Man gave mag­ic beans told is Jack Return Home And when he reached home, his moth­er said, “Back so soon, Jack? Did you get a good price for Milky-White?”

Jack told her how he had exchanged the cow for five beans and before he could fin­ish his account, his moth­er start­ed to shout and box his ears. Now look what you’ve Done said Jack’s moth­er “You lazy good-for-noth­ing boy!” she screamed, “How could you hand over our cow for five old col­or beans? What will we live on now? We shall starve to death, you stu­pid boy.” I’m very Sor­ry Moth­er said Jack Now Remem­ber You Jack said Jack’s moth­er Don’t even think about it Boy?

She flung the beans through the open win­dow and sent Jack to bed with­out his


When Jack woke the next morn­ing there was a strange green light in his room. All he could see from, the win­dow was green leaves. A huge beanstalk had shot up overnight. It grew high­er than he could see. Quick­ly Jack got dressed and stepped out of the win­dow right onto the beanstalk and start­ed to climb.

The old man said now remem­ber Jack if you plant the beans would grow overnight,” he thought. “They must indeed be very spe­cial beans.”

High­er and high­er Jack climbed until at last he reached the top and found him­sel­fon a strange road. Jack fol­lowed it until he came to a great cas­tle where he could smell the most deli­cious break­fast. Jack was hun­gry. It had been a long climb and he had had noth­ing to eat since mid­day the day before. Just as he reached the door of the cas­tle he near­ly tripped over the feet of an enor­mous woman.

Here, boy,” she called. “What are you doing? Don’t you know my hus­band likes to eat boys for break­fast? It’s lucky I have already fried up some bacon and mush­rooms for him today, or I’d pop you in the fry­ing pan. He can eat you tomor­row, though.”

Oh, please don’t let him eat me,” plead­ed Jack. “I only came to ask you for a bite to eat. It smells so deli­cious.”

Now the giant’s wife had a kind heart and did not real­ly enjoy cook­ing boys for break­fast, so she gave Jack a bacon sand­wich. He was still eat­ing it when the ground began to shake with heavy foot­steps, and a loud voice boomed: “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum.”

Quick, hide!” cried the giant’s wife and she pushed Jack into the oven. “After break­fast, he’ll fall asleep,” she whis­pered. “That is when you must creep away.” She left the oven door open a crack so that jack could see into the room. Again the ter­ri­ble rum­bling voice came:

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum,

I smell the blood of an Eng­lish­man,

Be he alive or be he dead,

I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”

A huge giant came into the room. “Boys, boys, I smell boys,” he shout­ed. “Wife, have I got a boy for break­fast today?”

No, dear,” she said sooth­ing­ly. “You have got bacon and mush­rooms. You must still be smelling the boy you ate last week.” The giant sniffed the air sus­pi­cious­ly but at last sat down. He wolfed his break­fast of bacon and mush­rooms, drank a great buck­et­ful of steam­ing tea and crunched up a mas­sive slice of toast. Then he fetched a cou­ple of bags of gold from a cup­board and start­ed count­ing gold coins. Before long he dropped off to sleep.

Qui­et­ly Jack crept out of the oven.

Care­ful­ly he picked up one bag of gold coins and ran as fast as he could to the top of the beanstalk. He threw the Bags of gold coins clown to his moth­er’s gar­den and climbed after it. At the bot­tom he found his moth­er look­ing in amaze­ment at the gold coins and the beanstalk. Jack told her of his adven­tures in the giant’s cas­tle and when she exam­ined the gold she real­ized he must be speak­ing the truth.

Jack and his moth­er used the bag of gold coins to buy food. But the day came when the mon­ey ran out, and Jack decid­ed to climb the beanstalk again.

It was all the same as before, the long climb, the road to the cas­tle, the smell of break­fast and the giant’s wife. But she was not so friend­ly this time.

Aren’t you the boy who was here before,” she asked, “on the day that some gold was stolen from under my hus­band’s nose?”

But Jack con­vinced her she was wrong and in time her heart soft­ened again and she gave him some break­fast. Once more as:ack was eat­ing the ground shud­dered and the great voice boomed: “Tee, Fi, Fo, Fum.” Quick­ly, ack­jumped into the oven.

As he entered, the giant bel­lowed:

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum,

I smell the blood of cm Eng­lish­man,

Be he alive or be he dead,

I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”

The giant’s wife put a plate of siz­zling sausages before him, telling him he must be mis­tak­en. After break­fast the giant fetched a goose from a back room. Every time he said “Lay!” the hen laid an egg of sol­id gold.

I must steal that goose, if I can,” thought Jack, and he wait­ed until the giant fell asleep. Then he slipped out of the oven, snotched up the and rim for the top of the beanstalk. Keep­ing the hen under one arm, he scram­bled Jack and the Beanstalk clown as fast as he could until he reached the bot­tom. Jack­’s moth­er was wait­ing but she was not pleased when she saw the goose.

Anoth­er of your sil­ly ideas, is it, bring­ing an old hen when you might have brought us some gold? I don’t know, what is to be done with you?”

Then jack set the goose down care­ful­ly, and corn­mand­ed “Lay!” just as the giant had done. To his moth­er’s sur­prise the goose laid an egg of sol­id gold.

Jack and his moth­er now lived in great lux­u­ry. But in time Jack became a lit­tle bored and decid­ed to climb the beanstalk again.

This time he did not risk talk­ing to the giant’s wife in case she rec­og­nized him. He slipped into the kitchen when she was not look­ing, and hid him­self in the log bas­ket. He watched the giant’s wife pre­pare break­fast and then he heard the giant’s roar:

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum,

I smell the blood of an Eng­lish­man,

If it’s that cheeky boy who stole your bag of gold and our mag­ic goose, then help you catch him,” said the giant’s wife. “Why don’t we look in the oven? It’s my guess he’ll be hid­ing there.”

You may be sure that jack was glad he was not in the oven. The giant and his wife hunt­ed high and low but nev­er thought to look in the log bas­ket. At last they gave up and the giant sat down to break­fast.

After he had eat­en, the giant fetched a harp. When he com­mand­ed “Play!” the harp played the most beau­ti­ful music. Soon the giant fell asleep, and jack crept out of the log bas­ket. Quick­ly he snatched up the harp and ran. But the harp called out loud­ly, “Mas­ter, save me! Save me!” and the giant woke. With a roar of rage he chased after Jack.

Jack raced down the road towards the beanstalk with the giant’s foot­steps thun­der­ing behind him. When he reached the top of the beanstalk he threw down the harp and start­ed to slith­er down after it.

The giant fol­lowed, and now the whole beanstalk shook and shud­dered with his weight, and Jack feared for his life. At last he reached the ground, and seiz­ing an axe he chopped at the beanstalk with all his might. Snap!

Look out, moth­er!” he called as the giant came tum­bling clown, head first. He lay down at their feet with the beanstalk on the ground beside them. And That was the end of the Giant And The Mag­i­cal harp, but the goose con­tin­ued to lay gold­en eggs for Jack and his moth­er became very rich, and he mar­ried a great princess, and they lived very very hap­pi­ly ever after and in great com­fort for a long, long time.