Jack lived on a farm, and he had never been far away from it. He lived with his mother and their milk cow, and he dreamed of having adventures in a faraway land. One day, outside of his barn’s door, an enormous beanstalk came up through the ground. It was only about as tall as Jack, but the hole in the ground it came up through stretched downwards for miles. Jack, thinking of adventure and great deeds to be don, climbed down this mysterious beanstalk, and after he climbed down all day he found himself on the ground beside a minuscule castle. He got down on his knees, and looking through a window he saw a goose that was sitting on a golden egg, and a harp that played so quiet he could just barely hear it.
Just then he heard a high pitched squeaky voice. “Fee Fie Foe Fum,” the little voice said, “I smell the blood of an Englishman.” And a little man stepped out from the castle door. Jack picked him up.
“Did you just call me smelly?” asked Jack.
The little man gulped. “No, of course not,” the little man said, “my mistake. I smelled nothing.”
Written 3/25/16 at RMSC for a boy who seemed to know what it was like to long for world-changing adventure.