his mother he cared nothing for: took her cow though they were poor and sold it for nothing more than a bag of beans, mysterious they may be 'twas but a twisted joke that twisted towards the sky as his mother's despair laid seeds reaching for the air his life he cared nothing for: climbed up the stalk without harness or net, abandoning caution, yet reaching the top, he sought safety in small size cruel he may be, yet wise to remain hidden from giants' searching eyes. their wealth he cared for truly: stole each and every prized possession, coins, hens, harps in quick succession, and even lives he did take, a giant hole left in his wake, crushing house, field, and farm- this jack's greed of giants brought only harm. {jack and the beanstalk retellings: an unnatural beanstalk by brittany fichter and jack by liesl shurtliff} {art and poetry by the dowager}
