Swift and the Beanstalk: Ch. 2

On her way back home, she tossed the beans into her mouth but spat them out quickly since they did not taste very good. She disliked the taste of the beans and tossed them out the window. Suddenly, the sky grew darker grey as the clouds merged together and summoned a rainfall. She closed the window very tight to avoid her house getting soaked inside.

All she could do during the rain was sit on her bed and stare up at the ceiling until finally the rain had abruptly stopped. It was only a quick rain which was odd that normal rainstorms last longer.

Swift stepped outside to see where she had thrown the magic beans. The beans were planted on the ground revealing a stalk that has been growing in the process of germination.

“How do I get these beans to grow?” Swift wondered. “Did I hear that saying something nice to a plant helps? Maybe I could give it a whirl.”

Swift bent down on her knees, cleared and throat and paused for a little bit.

“Hi little plant—” Swift said.

KABOOM!

The beanstalk had grown taller and gigantic rapidly than a normal seed. The stalk carried Swift on a giant leaf. She hung onto the column of the beanstalk real tight to avoid falling off. Going up high over the horizon was a frightening ride like a scary roller coaster but Swift enjoyed it as if she’s having a blast.

Finally, the giant beanstalk has finished its humongous growth spurt up to where a giant castle appeared just over the clouds. The castle’s exterior design amazed Swift to the maximum that she wants to live in a castle instead of a small cruddy old house.

“Why can’t I get a castle like that?” Swift pouted. “My house is old and smelly like rotten day old sandwiches.”

Just then, a path leading to the castle popped up in order for her to follow the yellow brick road.

“What’s a lost small girl like you doing here?” A feminine voice asked. That woman happened to be the wife of the giant and scowled at the scared Swift only waiting to hear a response.

“For your information, I am not small!” Swift protested and flailed her arms angrily. “Gimme something to eat or I will bite your finger off for a finger food course!”

Without trying to do something about Swift’s smart-mouth, she let that one pass as she filled the bowl with milk and pretended to smile meekly.

“Come on in, quick. Have this bowl of milk because that’s all I can offer. But beware, my husband, the giant is not who you should be on his menu. He eats children. When he comes around, hide and you are safe.”

Swift shuddered with fear about cannibalism but, nonetheless, he went inside. She tried to climb up to the table but it was too tall and huge for her.

The giant’s wife helped by picking her up by the shirt collar and placed her gently to the bowl of milk. The milk tasted very fresh that was even slightly better than her cow’s old milk. Swift had enough milk to drink and felt relieved until loud thumping footsteps were heard outside of the kitchen. The giant was home sweet home.

“Fee fi fo fum! I smell the blood of a pesky little girl!” the giant bellowed.

“Hide! In here quick!” the woman whispered, pushing Swift into a hidden bag full of flour.
“Do I smell a child in this room?” the giant asked his wife in a suspicious matter, sniffing and looking around like a dog.

“A child?” the woman repeated. “Children, children, children, that’s all I hear every time you think of them as food. Sit down and I’ll make you a dinner.”

The giant grumbled and had no choice but to sit down like his wife told him and filled a jug full of champagne and drank all of it to go with his dinner.

When the giant had enough counting all the gold coins again and again, the giant dozed off heavily into slumber having his feet propped up on the table.