Swift and the Beanstalk: Ch. 3

After a little while since the giant had gone off to sleep, his thunderous snoring echoed all around the whole castle that was even louder than a normal person’s loud snoring.

The giant’s wife left to prepare her husband’s bed and Swift who sneaked out of the flour bag covered in white power coughing and sneezed after having too much flour all over her. Swift brushed the flour off her and focused her view on the gold coins on the table and filled a small bag full of them.

“Stealing from the rich to feed the poor is my job—but only for me because I’m the only poor individual,” Swift smirked. “But this giant dude might devour me,” she added as fear flowed through her body thus her heart pounding like a marching drum. But instead, she wasn't afraid of someone even who is even way bigger than her because taking the gold coins amused her.

Thanks to the gold coins she now has in her possession, she could become rich and live a lifestyle of the rich and ignorant.

Swift ran down the path on the clouds and arrived back to the giant beanstalk and attached the bag of gold coins onto her waist and grabbed onto the beanstalk and slid down faster to make her way faster.

Finally reaching the ground, she was happy to have the bag of gold coins with her. But yet she was missing something that would not suffice her riches.

“Isn't there something more worth than just having gold coins?” Swift asked herself. “The beans led me to this spontaneous treasure hunt but it’s not over yet.”

Swift rushed into her house and hid the bag of gold coins underneath a pillow on her bed and hurried back up to the castle above the clouds. That time, the girl went inside through the kitchen and hid into an oven instead of a bag of flour.

“I smell a pesky girl,” the giant said to his wife. “I know one is here just for me.”
But his wife had not seen anyone particular and paid no attention to what her husband said like he’s saying stuff in gibberish.

After dinner, the giant placed a hen on the table. The hen laid golden eggs that were the precious color that was different from regular white eggs. Swift saw the miraculous hen from the slightly cracked open over door. She remained still in the oven until the giant had gone off to sleep once again. She jumped out of the oven, grabbed the hen and ran out of the castle by floating down the table with the hen flapping its feathered wings.

“Don’t utter a single squawk you stupid chicken,” Swift whispered. “Or I will have fried chicken for dinner tonight.”

The hen literally uttered an alarmed squawk in result of waking the giant up from his peaceful sleep.

“Come back here, you thief!” the giant shouted and rose from his chair and gave chase after the girl.
But Swift was far and faster than him.

“If I ever get my hands on you, you little pesky girl,” the giant bellowed. “You are going to be on my menu for my dinner’s second course!”

“You’re slower than a snail,” Swift teased the giant. “Your castle will belong to me soon!”
Swift jumped off and forced the hen to fly like a bird instead of teaching it how to flap its own wings.

“Fly, you birdbrain!” Swift demanded but no response. “Fly!”

The hen could not understand her command because obviously chickens are incapable of flying in the sky like a bird. Suddenly, she fell along with the hen back down to the ground but landed safely somehow without injury. The hen had flapped its wings slowly safe enough to place her feet on the surface.