Jack and the Beanstalk

You might think you know my story, but have you ever heard it from me? My name is Jack. Long ago, the world outside my cottage window was filled with dusty roads and fields that had given all they could. My mother and I had only our bony cow, Milky-White, and our hunger to keep us company. We had to sell her, and I was the one sent to do it, with my mother’s worried eyes following me down the path. People now call my adventure the tale of Jack and the Beanstalk, and it all started with that long, sad walk to the market.

On the way, I met a peculiar man with a twinkle in his eye. He didn't offer me money for Milky-White. Instead, he held out his hand, and in his palm were five of the strangest beans I’d ever seen; they seemed to swirl with colors. He promised they were magic. Something inside me, a spark of hope or maybe just foolishness, made me agree to the trade. When I got home, my mother was furious. She threw the beans out the window and sent me to bed without supper. I fell asleep with my stomach rumbling, thinking I was the biggest fool in the county. But when the sun rose the next morning, a shadow fell over my window. A colossal beanstalk, thick as a tree trunk, had shot up into the sky, its leaves disappearing into the clouds. My heart hammered with excitement—the beans were magic after all!

A castle in the clouds. Without a second thought, I started to climb. The world below grew smaller and smaller until my cottage was just a tiny speck. Up in the sky, I found a whole new land with a wide road leading to a towering castle. The door was so big I could have ridden a horse through it! A giantess found me at her doorstep. She was surprisingly kind and, feeling sorry for me, she gave me some bread and cheese. But then, the ground began to shake. Thump. Thump. THUMP! Her husband, the giant, was home. She quickly hid me in the oven. The giant stomped in, sniffing the air and roaring, 'Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman!' He didn't find me, and after his massive dinner, he brought out his bags of gold coins to count. As soon as he fell asleep, snoring like thunder, I grabbed a heavy bag of gold and scrambled back down the beanstalk as fast as I could.

My mother was overjoyed, and for a while, we lived comfortably. But I couldn't forget the land in the clouds. Adventure called to me, so I climbed the beanstalk again. This time, I hid and watched the giant show his wife a hen that laid perfect, solid gold eggs whenever he commanded. When the giant napped, I snatched the hen and made my escape. We were rich beyond our wildest dreams, but I was still drawn to the castle. On my third trip, I saw the giant's most amazing treasure: a small, golden harp that could play beautiful music all by itself. I had to have it. I crept over and grabbed it, but as I ran, the harp cried out, 'Master! Master!' The giant woke up with a furious roar.

I fled with the giant's footsteps shaking the very clouds behind me. I scrambled down the beanstalk, the harp under my arm, shouting, 'Mother! The axe! Bring the axe!' I could feel the whole stalk swaying as the giant began to climb down after me. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I took the axe from my mother and swung it with all my might. Chop! Chop! Chop! The beanstalk groaned, splintered, and then crashed to the ground, bringing the giant down with it. That was the end of the giant and my trips to the sky. With the hen and the harp, my mother and I never went hungry again.

A story that keeps growing. My story has been told for hundreds of years, passed down around fireplaces and in books. It’s not just about a boy who outsmarted a giant. It’s a story about how a little bit of courage can lead to the greatest adventures. It reminds us that sometimes you have to take a chance, even if it seems foolish, because you never know what magic might be waiting. The tale of Jack and the Beanstalk inspires people to look at the world with wonder, to believe that even from the smallest bean, something incredible can grow. It lives on in plays and movies, and in the imagination of anyone who has ever dared to dream of climbing into the clouds.

Reading Comprehension Questions

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Answer: The word 'peculiar' means strange or unusual. The man was peculiar because instead of offering money for the cow, he offered five strange-looking beans that he claimed were magic.

Answer: Jack probably kept climbing because he was adventurous and curious about the land in the clouds. He might have also felt a thrill from outsmarting the giant and wanted to see what other treasures he could find.

Answer: Saying the giant snored 'like thunder' means his snoring was extremely loud and powerful, just like a thunderstorm. It helps you imagine how big and noisy the giant was even when he was asleep.

Answer: At the beginning, Jack's mother was worried and sad, then she became furious when Jack traded the cow for beans. By the end, she was overjoyed and no longer worried because the treasures Jack brought back meant they would never be hungry again.

Answer: The final problem was that the giant chased Jack down the beanstalk. Jack solved it by shouting for his mother to bring an axe and then chopping down the beanstalk, which made the giant fall.