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Jack and the beanstalk remake narrative

zHello, my name is Yanni Wigglebutt and I’m the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk.   I am made out to be a horrible, nasty giant but… Jack was a thief and he stole all my hard-earned money.   So, I'm here to tell you the REAL story, not that inaccurate version. 

One day,  I was trotting back to my  home from work singing my favourite song “Efie Phobos I smell food with my toes, raw or cooked I don't care I want to eat it.”  I heard a banging noise then I knocked on the door and asked my wife what was going on. She fibbed that she dropped a plate. I knew she was lying but I let it go for now. 

The next day, my wife ran to me screaming that someone had robbed us and we had gone bankrupt.  I was dumbfounded. “HOLEY CHEESE NIBBLES, how could that happen?” Then my wife explained everything.  She said that she let a tiny boy in our house because she thought he was innocent and needed a home. She let him stay with us but it turned out that he was a THIEF. 

The next day we sold all our remaining things and headed to the cafe to eat with the money we had left.  I asked my wife a whole lot of questions about the boy but she could only answer a few. However, she couldn’t answer my questions about where he went, why Jack stole from us or where he lived. Therefore, I decided that I would investigate and find out for myself.

“Yes, I knew it!” I boasted.  “I knew that Jack would come back!”  I waited patiently like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey, then at the right moment, I jumped and nearly caught him. He ran out of the house onto a giant beanstalk and I  followed him. I assumed that he told his mother that I was following him and that’s exactly what happened.

 When I was climbing down the beanstalk I assumed that his mum, Jeffina, got an axe and chopped the skinny stalk.  I fell unconscious not knowing what happened. 

The next thing I knew, I was in jail.  People assumed the worst of me when they saw me lying on the ground in human territory.   “Oh I hate that thief, now everyone can see me poo through the bars.” I had been framed because of this silly, little, skinny man named Jack.