Jack and the Beanstalk: Rewritten

I had an idea a while ago to write a common, well known story, from the point of view of a different person. I decided to do Jack and the Beanstalk, and make it from the point of view of, well, not Jack. Here it is.

Okay, I’m Gold Coiningson. As you probably already guessed, I’m a gold coin, belonging to the Giant in The Castle. I’m going to tell you a story. I live up in a huge castle in the sky, and so I was able to watch a huge big story about some kid. It was pretty cool, so I decided to write it down. Here we go.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a house. In it lived two people. A young boy named Jack, and his widowed mother. They were very poor, and their only source of money came from their cow that they milked. One day, their cow stopped giving milk, so Jack’s mother sent Jack to the market down the road to sell it.

When he got there, a man approached him. His round stomach stuck out slightly more than it should have, and a mess of dirty blonde hair covered his head, and he had a dirty, blue apron and clothes covered in muck.

“Hey, little fella, how’s it going?” The man asked.

“Uh, okay,” Jack said.

“I saw you have that little cow over there,” he said, motioning towards the cow, which was tethered to a tree nearby.

“Uh, yeah, want to buy it?” Jack replied.

“Well, I don’t have much moolah, but I have these,” the big man replied, producing a sack of beans.

The shape of them was quite ordinary, but they were an amazing shade of royal blue. They sparkled in the sunlight when he moved them, and seemed to glow a constant bright blue.

Jack counted seven of them, each mesmerising and beautiful.

“I’ll take them,” he said hastily, snatching them out of the man’s hand.

Wait till Mom sees what I brought home! He thought as he bounced down the old dirt road.

When he got home he flew open the door and raced to his mom’s room.

“MOM! MOM! LOOK WHAT I HAVE!” Jack’s yell woke her up from her nap.

“What?” she said groggily, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Look at these,” Jack said, proudly displaying the beans.

“WHAT! YOU TRADED OUR PRIZED COW FOR BEANS?!?!”

Jack’s mother’s voice blasted through Jack’s ears.

“But, mom, they aren’t just-” his voice was cut off as his mother yanked the beans out of his grasp and threw them out the window.

“Good riddance to you!” she shouted to the falling beans.

Jack sat there as tears welled up in his eyes.

“I-I . . .” he trailed off as he turned and walked out the room, forgetting to shut the door.

Meanwhile, in their front yard, the beans started to sprout. They broke open and formed together into a huge green column that extended into the sky, only taking seconds for the top to disappear into the clouds. As I watched from the windowsill I had climbed, the beanstalk continued to grow up and up, only stopping once it reached the courtyard.

Down in Jack’s room, he heard a loud rumbling sound from outside.

What could that be? He thought.

He opened the door and cautiously walked up to the front door. He reached out to the door handle, feeling it’s smooth cold metal as he turned it. When he stepped outside, he nearly passed out. In front of him was a huge column of green. It had leaves sprouting out of itself

He looked around, then approached it. He noticed that it looked easy to climb, and started up the colossus. He kept climbing until he reached the clouds. Once he reached the clouds, he saw the castle.

It towered above him, and was way bigger than it should have been. He walked towards it in awe. Then, he noticed that the crack under the door was big enough to slip under. He ducked under and continued into the castle. As he walked, he tripped on a large sack. He looked back and saw that it was filled with gold.

“Ooooh…” he said. He got up and picked it up. It was extremely heavy, but light enough for him to lift.

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the castle.

“Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”

Jack paled. He started to run towards the door. I jumped off the windowsill and followed behind him at a brisk pace. Jack slipped under the door and ran towards the beanstalk. He looked backwards. The giant was about 15 feet tall, and had a greenish tint to his skin. He was wearing a brown furry jacket and pants. He pounded behind Jack, easily gaining on him. Jack tried to think fast. He waited until  the giant was about to scoop him up, then jumped backwards off the courtyard, falling into the clouds.

I hopped down after him, the cold air rushed past my face. I looked over at Jack. He didn’t see me. He grabbed one of the vines branching out of the column. I pulled my parachute. Jack frantically scrambled down the beanstalk.

Once he reached the ground, he ran to the shed, grabbed an axe, and ran at the beanstalk. He hacked wildly at the plant, attempting to chop it down. Once he had only about one inch left, he kicked the top half of the beanstalk. Jack heard it snap off, and so did the giant.

“Fee-fi-fo-fum, right now I feel super dumb,”

he murmured as his body plummeted towards the earth.

The giant landed with a dull thud, and never moved again.

Jack however, went to the market and sold the gold, bought a new house for his mother and him, and they both lived happily (and richly) ever after.