A boy who lived in poverty.
Jack was his name.
He and his mother, barely
any food to their name,
their cow was dry of milk.
One day, Mother gave him
an important task:
"Go to the market and
bargain our cow for a few coins.
Do not bring anything foolish."
And so he went, cow in tow.
The cow, a thin frail twig
with little milk inside
her wrinkled udder.
Such a sad sight she was.
On the path to the market,
along came a man dressed
in exotic robes and an air
so mysterious as he was.
He stopped Jack in his path.
"Pardon me, young boy.
If you are giving away
that cow you have there,
then I have something
that will be worth your time."
Jack thought it was money.
Instead, in the palm of the
Merchant's hand, beans of
different colors and shapes.
"Beans?" Jack was skeptical,
hesitant. He did not want Mother
to whip him over beans.
"Not just beans, young boy.
These....are magic beans."
Jack was then curious.
The Merchant talked up a
a storm. "I promise you that
these beans will bring you
great fortune for you."
Jack was foolish enough
to accept the deal. Thus,
the poor cow was traded
over a handful of beans.
With a thanks and a goodbye,
Jack skipped back to his little
home, thinking that luck
was smiling down at him
from the heavens above.
The Merchant turned the other way,
A smirk stretched out on his seemly
kind face, and with a whisper as he
laid a stroking hand on the thin cow,
"Yes, they will bring great fortune..."
Jack came home to a wrath
personified. Mother was red,
steaming, the beans enduring
the crushing strength of her fingers.
"You fool! You have traded our
only cow for a handful of damn
beans! I cannot even cook soup
from these! Your foolishness
has costed our last chance of living!"
Young eyes didn't look at the
ones of shaming disappointment.
"Mother, the man said they're magic.
They will bring us great fortune if-"
His face was met with a free hand,
a mark of anger and shame presented
on his bony little cheek.
He couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"The only things these beans will
bring us is a lifetime of hunger
and no coins to help us!
I shall punish you for your failure!"
The beans flew out of the window,
only to land into the soft soil
that surrounded Jack's quant
little home as the sound of his
cries of pain echoed into the night.
Then a little sprout popped up.
Morning came, Jack was awake.
His body, sore and red from
Mother's merciless wrath.
His face red from his own tears.
Then a spectacular sight before
him: a green stalk so big, it
grew up overnight until
it reached to the very heavens.
Jack had let his curiosity get
the best of him. The next thing
he knew, he was latching onto
the giant stalk, climbing up
and up, never looking down.
Jack had reached to the very top.
A glorious sight before him. A
castle, grand and large, he
was but a mouse up close.
The door was no help: too big,
a simple knock or two wouldn't
help. A hole next to it; it was
just his size. His way inside.
Everything inside was giant.
Jack was swallowed whole
by the giant size of everything
around him. His wonder grew
to the size of a giant as well.
A heavy voice boomed out
throughout the depths of
the castle. Jack's ears
were ringing harshly.
"Woman! I am famished!
I need a meal to be satisfied!"
Then another, more female.
"If a meal is what you desire,
then do not be impatient!"
Jack had reached the kitchen.
Two people, both of which
were large in width, large
in height; they were Giants.
The man, sitting at a table,
his stomach a roaring lion.
The woman, his Wife, manning
the stove, preparing to cook.
Jack snuck in, like a mouse.
He saw, in the cupboards above:
little human beings like him
encased in giant jars, helpless.
The Wife took one little man.
She went to work; Jack was sick.
The skin was peeled, limbs were
sliced with atmost care, fingers
grinded the body until the bones
have broken and turned to mush.
Her fingers were dyed with his blood.
The screams of pain were music
to her and the Giant's ears.
His kind were their food.
Jack moved to the table.
The Giant had a few jars by
his side, a giant goose and
a beautiful golden harp on
the other. Jack's eye was caught.
The Giant took a human out.
A big little bite. The head was
gone, the bony neck with torn
flesh was presented in its place.
The Giant gobbled the rest down.
A big hand stroked the pristine
white feathers of the goose.
A big honk, an egg popped beneath
it; it was gold, so rich and large.
Another big hand, the Giant's
fingers toyed with the strings
of the harp, releasing a beautiful
melody in spite of it's discomfort.
Jack was focused on the treasures.
He had ignored the anguished
cries dying from the Wife's
hands as he climbed up the leg.
The Giant roared again.
"Woman! Where is my meal?"
The Wife, plate in hand,
plopped it in front of him.
A canopy of human flesh and blood.
The Wife stomped away,
the Giant gobbled away.
Jack decided to wait,
wait until he was safe.
Not too soon, the Giant
lulled himself to sleep,
his stomach full, his
mouth tainted with the
remains of human.
Jack had went to work.
He reached to the surface,
quick yet quiet as a mouse.
He took the golden harp,
then he took the goose.
Alas, a honk and a melody
had woken the Giant up.
"Who dares disturb me?
A little boy? I shall grind
your bones to make my bread!"
A hand reached Jack. Jack ran,
the goose became his horse
as they raced down to the exit,
a Giant full of wrath on his tail.
Jack reached the stalk; with
the goose, he fluttered down
back to the ground he was born.
The Giant began to descend down.
An axe laid nearby. Jack took it
by hand. The blade met with
the stiffness of the stalk.
One chop, two chops, three chops.
The Giant kept on climbing down,
seeing the ground coming closer.
Another swing, and another,
and another. The chunk of the
stalk was soon eaten by the axe.
It swayed forward. The Giant stopped.
Jack abandoned the goose and harp,
ran into his house as the stalk fell.
"Mother! Please wake up!
We must leave immediately or-!"
Alas, his cry was cut short. Soon,
the Giant met his end at the ground
and Jack's house. A giant red smear
seeped beneath the Giant.
It was of his blood, Jack's, and Mother's.
In the end, the magic beans did
grant great fortune.
A fortune of death.