The True Story of Jack And The Beanstalk

The Real Story Of Jack And The Beanstalk

I am the Giant's wife, because of that nasty little twit I am all left alone up in the clouds. I am as lonely as a giant can be. But people never ever heard my poor husband's side of the story, so here it is!.

We were living so wonderfully and we were very happy. My husband woke up each morning and sat at the dining room table. I would feed him 20 sausages or 20 pork chops. Then after he ate he would count his gold, play with his hen or listen to his  golden harp and fall into a deep sleep. One thing was for sure he did not like visitors.

Soon the next day came by and my husband was still asleep. I heard a knock on the door.  It was that foolish little boy!!

He asked

“ Please oh please give me some food”

So I gave him some cheese, bread and a mug of milk. Then I heard my husband coming. Here hide in here ( in the oven).”

“ FI FI FO FUM I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN” he growled.

All you can smell is the 20 pork chops I fried for you and he ate it up then he started to count his gold. I went away, but when I came back he

growled and said” “ WE HHH EEE RRR SSS MY GOLD !!”

That nasty little boy must have stolen it I said.

“ HHHH” He said sadly.

The next day that same little boy came and tricked me           “ Please oh please give me some food”

So I gave him some cheese, bread and a mug of milk. Then I heard my husband coming. Here hide in here ( in the oven).”

“ FI FI FO FUM I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN” He growled

All you can smell is the 20 sausages I fried for you and he ate it up and started to play with his hen “ LAY!” he shouted

and  the hen laid a golden egg. I went away, but when I came back he  growled and said”

“ WE HHH EEE RRR SSS MY HEN”

That nasty little boy must have stolen it I said again

“ HHHH” He said sadly.

The next day when I came outside to hang my laundry That little boy came and hid in my bread tin

“ FI FI FO FUM I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISH MAN”

He must be hiding in the oven but he was not there my husband saw him and he wanted to catch him and have a friendly talk but when he decided to climb down the stalk that boy cut it and ...

Killed my husband !

When the police came up to investigate they never listened to me they just listened to that boy. Then they accused my poor husband of trying to eat that boy. My husband was a kidtarian. He did not eat little children. He just thought they were disgusting. But that was the end of my husband. And I lived not so happily ever after.

THE END











This is my story on Jack and the Bean Stalk. In class we were learning about other peoples perspective. Then we decided that the whole class must write Jack and the Beanstalk but from a different perspective.