One upon a time, a poor widow lived in a cottage with her only son, jack. Jack was idle and one day his mother said to him.
"All we have left in the world worth selling is our cow. Take the cow to market and get a good price for it."

     After much grumbling, lazy jack set out for market, driving the cow in front of him. hi had not gone for when he met a butcher.
"That is a fine cow" said the butch. "i will give you this bag of beans in exchange for it. you will be making a good bargain."

     "very well," agreed jack, pleased that he did not have to go all the way to market.
He gave the cow to the butcher and hurried home. His mother was furious.
"A bag of beans in exchange for a cow!" she shouted. "You stupid boy!"

     In her anger, she threw the beans put of the window and sent jack to bed without any supper. after a restless night, jack woke to find an strange green light filtering into his bedroom. He looked out of the window to see that the leaves of an enormous beanstalk were blocking the sunlight. During the night the beans had taken root and grown so high that the beanstalk disappeared among st the clouds.
filled with curiosity, Jack dragged on his clothes and hurrying out of the house, climbed up the mysterious stalk. After a long weary climb, Jack stepped from the beanstalk on to a wild, desolate land. He walked for miles and at last came to a huge castle standing alone and grim. The boy blew the born which hung by the entrance and in a few moments a large woman opened the door.
"Good morning," said Jack politely. "Could you give me some food and shelter, please?"
"You had best run away as fast as you can," replied the large woman. "My husband is an ogre and if he catches you, he will eat you."

     However, Jack was so hungry, he pleaded with the ogre's wife to take him in. At last she let him into the kitchen and gave him some hot break and milk. Hardly had Jack finished hi meal than the floor started to shake and he heard a mighty voice singing. "Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of man.
Be he alive or be he dead,

     I"ll grind his bones to make my bread."
scarcely id the ogre's wife have time to snatch Jack and hide him in the oven, before the door swung open and a huge ogre stamped into the room.
"There is man here," shouted the ogre. "Cook him for my dinner, wife.
With another roar of rage, the ogre stepped on to the beanstalk.

     Meanwhile, Jack had reached the bottom. He rushed past his mother, who wanted to know what was happening. He had never worked so hard in all his life. As he heard the voice of the ogre roaring for his blood, Jack the stalk. The huge plant crashed to the ground and the giant with it. Together they make such a deep hole that neither was ever seen again.
Then Jack danced for joy and his mother lived happily ever after.