Kitabı oku: «English Fairy Tales. A1», sayfa 10

Well, Jack is notsatisfied, and soon he decides to have another try at his luckup there at the top of the beanstalk. So one fine morning, he gets up early, and goes on to the beanstalk, and he climbs and he climbs and he climbs and he climbs till he gets to the top. But this time he doesn’t go straight to the ogre’s house. He waits behind a bush till he sees the ogre’s wife come out of the house to get some water, and then he creeps into the house and gets into the copper. He isn’t there long when he hears thump! thump! thump! as before, and the ogre and his wife come in.

“Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman,” cries out theogre; “I smell him, wife, I smell him.”

“Do you, my dearie?” says theogre’s wife. “Then if it’s that little boy that has your gold and the hen that lays the golden eggs he’s sure to get into the oven.” And they both run to the oven. But Jack isn’t there, luckily, and the ogre’s wife says: “There you are again with your fee-fi-fo-fum. Why of course it’s the boy you catch last night that I cooked for your breakfast. How forgetful I am, and how silly you are!”