As I said in part one of this series, I love books (shocker) and I grew up reading fairytales. These fables and fairy tales were great when I was growing up because often they came with a moral. It’s only now as I have gotten older that I’ve started to see the holes in some of the stories and realised that maybe they haven’t always got the best message. So I’m doing something about it. Last time I rewrote the ugly duckling. Well this time we’re going a bit higher…. here’s my variation anyway. Rewrite a classic fairytale: Jack and The Beanstalk
Once upon a time, a young boy named Jack found himself going down to the market for his mother. He had a list of things to collect in his head: milk, sugar, tea, eggs, jam and bread. So down Jack went, staying true to the path his mother laid out before he had left that morning. Once there, Jack quickly gathered the things and presented the money to the seller in order to pay. “As you’ve spent all this money today, and brought your things over to pay, a special deal you have received, one I think will make you pleased. Please take these beans and listen closely, take them home with your groceries. Plant them up and watch them grow, that is all you need to know!” Jack reached out for his mothers bag of groceries and the beans the seller had given him. With a nod and a polite “thanks” Jack started walking home.
When he got home he put the shopping away as all good sons do, and showed his mother the gift from the seller. She said that they should plant them together and so into the back garden they went. Together, after choosing the perfect spot Jack and his mother planted the seeds, carefully watered them and went in to get some dinner. They were hungry after all that work! Once they had eaten they sat and read. Half way through their book they decided that it was getting late and so they went to bed.
Upon awaking the very next morning, Jack and his mother met in the kitchen as they always did for breakfast. However, something unusual caught their eye. In the back garden was a beanstalk that reached taller than the clouds! Jack and his mother ran outside, they couldn’t believe their eyes! This beanstalk wasn’t there yesterday… It could only be the beans they planted! But surly plants take longer than a day to grow?
Of course. Magic beans!
Jack’s mother wrapped her arm around him and guided him inside. She explained how they would get a chance to have a closer look, but first- breakfast. After all, it is the most important meal of the day! After finishing their breakfast and getting dressed Jack and his mother went back outside to investigate. Jack told his mother he wanted to climb it to see where it lead. Jacks mother said she would accompany him, for what kind of mother would let her child climb a beanstalk on their own? It could be dangerous. So the two of them set out climbing up the beanstalk hoping to reach the top.
After what felt like a whole day of climbing Jack and his mother reached the top of the beanstalk and saw that it led to a house. A Giant’s house. They decided to go and investigate. Through their years, they had always been warned to avoid the giant as he was dangerous because he was bigger than everyone else. Nobody had ever spoken to the giant, nobody knew what he was really like. So Jack and his mother had this in mind as they approached the house.
They walked up to the front door and rang the bell. “Fee, Fi, Fo Thumb, I smell the blood of two English Man… Well one mother and son”. The giant opened up the door, and looked down to where Jack and his mother were standing. Jack took a step forward. But he saw the twitch on the giants face and the lonelyness radiated off him. He looked lonely and afraid and Jack couldn’t stand it any longer. He cleared his throat. “Hello, sir. Me and my mother were just calling in to see if you’re okay it must get awful lonely up here”. The giant looked taken a back, nobody had ever cared enough to check in on him. He looked different, he wasn’t human sized like everyone else. He was lonely. Yet in front of him this boy and his mother stood showing the giant more love than anyone had ever shown him. A tear rolled down his cheek. Jack spoke up again, “I’m Jack” he said and then held a hand outs tread towards the giant. “Sam” the giant replied pressing his finger gently into Jack’s hand. “Would you like to come in?” Jack and his mother enter the house. And that was that. They have been best friends ever since. They asked Sam to join them on the other end of the beanstalk, as nobody should be alone. Sam agreed and helped Jack and his mother down the beanstalk, whist carrying his beloved pet goose which lay golden eggs! Oh and his beautiful golden harp. It turns out you can get pretty good at your hobbies when you spend most of your time on your own. The community helped to build Sam a house big enough for a giant, literally! He was a valued member of their community and good friends with Jack and his mother. You can often find them playing cards and eating dinner or hanging out together. Where you find one often you’ll find them all! And they all lived Happily Ever After.
The moral of the story is don’t judge people before you meet them, despite what you have heard and always be kind.
If you have rewritten any fairy tales or fables, I would love to read them! Or if you can think of a troublesome fairytale with a message that could be made better why not have a go yourself! Until the next rewriting stories.