Jack and the beanstalk (mum's point of veiw)

Hi Everybody!

This is just my re-telling of Jack and the beanstalk, but from Jack's mother perspective.

I hope you enjoy reading it, then give it a try yourself.

TIP:

Fairy tales are much more easier to do then Myths and legends.

It's more exciting to do it from the baddies point of view.

Once upon a time,

I was a poor widow, a mother of one and an ordinary villager.

The story of my past is quite interesting, and it all began like this...

It was an early saturday morning and my son Jack was telling me that he was going to starve to death,

but all our cupboards were empty and they’ve been like that ever since my husband died.

We had nothing but a cow, meaning all we ever had was milk.

So I made my decision to send Jack to market to sell our cow as it’s better safe then sorry.

So Jack walked slowly and silently down the road dragging the poor cow along with him until they met up with an old man.

“Where are you of to, young man”

Said the old man politely.

“”Well, my mother sent me to sell this cow at the market, as it’s our last and only hope”

replied Jack confidently.

The old man was also of to market to sell his five magic beans, and he asked to trade the cow for the magic beans.

Delighted Jack agreed and made his way home grinning from ear to ear.

When Jack got home he told me that this had happened.

I was overall not impressed, yanked the beans out of his hands tossed it out the window.

With that I sent him to bed, without supper.

The next morning I called Jack to come, but he never answered me.

When I knocked on his door he didn’t open, so I went right in to find his bedroom window wide open and to my surprise I could hear him singing from, what sounded like, so far and high above.

I could see bits of bean stalk branches poking in through his bedroom window and rushed to see why he sounded so far away.

I called to him to come down but he just carried on until he was just a tiny speck in the sky.

I cried all night worriedly, but at the break of dawn there was a knock at the door.

I rushed to open it and there he was, my bright little boy, Jack.

He told me all about his adventure at the top of the bean stalk and brought home a sack of GOLD!

At this point, I didn’t know whether to feel happy, proud or mad.

However, he didn’t tell me the truth.

He never said he was in the danger of an man eating giant or that the gold he brought home was stolen.

In fact he said it was what he had earned for doing a few chores for an old lady!

It was so much gold we were able to afford more clothes, food and even a few cows and other animals.

I told jack that I don’t want him to be climbing that beanstalk again.
That night I checked on Jack about five times in a row just to make sure he didn’t make a free run away the next day.

but surely enough because of staying awake all night I overslept and woke to late to stop Jack.

This time I wasn’t as worried and awaited anxiously with my head out the window.

This time he brought home a goose that was carefully placed in his arms.

When I heard him coming I ran outside to make sure he was fine.

Hi!

This is my re-telling of

With a sigh of relief I led him back inside to the cottage and asked a few questions about what happen this time.

Ok, I asked about twenty questions and he managed to answer them all without fainting but then again he didn’t tell me the entire truth.

This time he said that it was a reward from a man that he helped on a farm.

Once again I warned Jack about climbing the beanstalk and how incredibly dangerous it could be to fall down from so high above.

That night I didn’t wake up more than once to check on Jack,

in fact I had a lovely sleep, and once again overslept, but this time I woke up at the sound of loud BOOMING on the door.

I’m sure it couldn’t be Jack, because usually I only have to tell Jack once or twice about something that he needs to stop doing and he will listen.

But when I opened the door my son was waiting with a harp playing by his side.

To my surprise it was playing by itself, such beautiful sounds until Jack said “STOP” the harp stopped.

He said after being an assistant to a magician

(because his real assistant was sick and couldn’t make it to the festival)

he was given this lovely self-managing harp.

“I wish you were self-managing yourself!”

I said

“I don’t want you to keep climbing that stalk and you know it”

I said.

I made him make the fire and clean the house.

Lucky him we had hired a maid that had already made our house look spic and span, so I sent him to bed and locked his window with a lock.

Now, that Jack went to school, he had learnt to walk out the door if he wasn’t able to go through the window.

I was honestly fed up.

‘maybe I should ground him’

‘or maybe I should stop giving him lunch money’

Suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by a terrified shriek.

“Bring the axe”

the voiced cried.

It was Jack my poor son, I ran to the barn and grabbed the axe of the hook and ran to the back yard where my son was screaming and had his eyes fixed towards the sky.

he grabbed the axe from my hands and began chopping down the beanstalk.

I didn’t understand until I looked up to see a huge beast glaring down at us with eyes as big as three soccer balls put together!

He was shouting so loud you would have been able to smell his horrible breath from miles away!

At last Jack chopped down the beanstalk and the giant fell to his groom almost landing on our house.

In other words, it landed on our next door neighbours house.

To bad it was the first pig's house and it was made out of straw so instantly it broke down.

I asked Jack what all this meant and it explained the truth about everything but we couldn’t find a way back because half of the bean stalk was left dangling in the sky so Jack and I kept it and lived sort of happily ever after.

Now I am the richest women known in the village and I was able to afford brick for the first pig to rebuild his house.

I took the giant’s body to the museum.

(I was able to afford paying a house moving truck to come and take the giant.)

THE END