Comparing The Giant, Erick And The Thief Jack

Many versions of my story, which are always named after that pipsqueak Jack, have been told. I am going to tell you the actual story, which more accurately named is The Giant, Erick and the Thief, Jack. It will finally tell the truth of what happened during the time when the beanstalk that Jack grew gave him a gateway to my property. It may seem crazy, but I actually wasn’t the flesh eating, horrible, monster they want you to believe I was. You better prepare yourself, because this might blow your mind. It was just like any other day. My lovely wife, Sarah, was cooking breakfast, and I went out to tend my garden. Even though my plants don’t grow well in the thin air, they allow me to not eat meat all the time. I milked my cow, who was appropriately named Bessie, and followed by feeding her and my chickens, pigs, sheep, and my horse, Shasta. Even though I didn’t really think about it, they are huge compared to the little humans. Suddenly, an ear deafening roar shot out from

I noticed many of my valuable items go away every day! After about the sixth day, I heard the noises again and the honk of my gold giving goose that was passed down by my relatives! I ran toward the beanstalk Jack was using to get here, and followed him down. I will admit that I was really mad. He had taken this way too far, and I wanted to tell his mother what he had done. He was able to scurry down easily, and the beanstalk began swaying. This caused complications on my descent. I then heard a saw, and the beanstalk began to tilt. I splashed into a cold body of water. When I stood up and deemed myself okay, I started walking toward a coastline I saw. When I got there, there weren’t any people as far as the eye could see. I started walking, looking for some way to find a way back. I ended up finding a blue ox in a blizzard and named it Babe, thus starting the stories of Paul Bunyan and His Blue