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Jack climbed up to the drawer, slipping through a crack, and peered at the giant, Master, as he walked into the kitchen roaring, his appetite needing satisfaction. “Fe-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a young, handsome wimp. Where is he, Slave? I’m hungry.” Master sat with a large thud in a chair at the table, throwing down three oxen; a loud thundering thud shook the drawer where Jack watched, nearly knocking him from his hiding place.
“Master, you smell the remnants of the young, handsome wimp you ate for breakfast. Here, I have made you a big pot of stew.” Scooping a large helping with a ladle into a huge bowl, Slave set the stew before the seated giant.
When Master had finished eating his meal, he asked Slave, “Bring me my hen that lays golden eggs. I need to be entertained.”
Slave went outside, returning with the hen. He set the bird on the table where Master sat.
“Go clean the bed, Slave. I want some attention after my nap.”
Slave immediately left to do as ordered.
“Lay an egg,” Master commanded the hen. The hen immediately laid a golden egg. Master picked up the golden egg, his eyes sparkling at his treasure. “Lay an egg,” he repeated, and the hen laid another golden egg. Gradually, Master closed his eyes and started snoring loudly, exhaling a large gust of wind from his mouth with each breath.
Jack jumped out of the drawer quietly, and tiptoed to grab the hen. Having better endurance than the last time he visited Slave and Master, he ran as fast he could out of the castle. But just as he was outside the door, the hen cackled loudly, waking Master. From the door of the castle, Jack sped like a lightning bolt, hearing Master yell, “Slave! Slave! Slave! Where is the hen that lays my golden eggs? It’s gone. What have you done with it?”
“What do you mean? I don’t know what happened,” Slave answered.
That is all Jack heard, as he sped down the road to the beanstalk.
Just before he reached the beanstalk, he stopped suddenly and gazed across the wide road opposite the beanstalk. He saw a naked man the approximately size of himself. Jack was mesmerized by his stance, their eyes locked into a trance unlike Jack had ever experienced. The man extended one of his hands, holding an apple and beckoning him to follow his path. Staring at Jack momentarily, the man turned around, running out of sight rapidly, into the trees.
Fearing Master’s pursuit, Jack continued toward the beanstalk. When he grabbed hold of the beanstalk with the hen under one arm, he squeezed with all his strength the flesh-like surface of the stem.