The ogre's wife shook her head at the ogre.
"That’s not the boy," she said.
"You probably smell last night's dinner."
The ogre stomped around the room.
"Forget about it," his wife said.
"I'll make some pancakes for you.
Pancakes with blueberries!"
Jack peeked out from his hiding spot.
The ogre nodded and sat down.
But he did not look happy.
While his wife cooked, the ogre sniffed the air.
"I smell a boy," the ogre grumbled.
"It's the thief—I know it is."
Jack frowned. The ogre was the real thief!
The ogre got up and checked the pantry.
He checked all the cupboards.
His wife sighed. "Forget about the boy.
Here, your breakfast is ready."
After breakfast the ogre slapped the table.
"Wife!" he yelled. "Bring me my golden harp!"
"Father had a golden harp," Jack thought.
He watched the woman put something on the table.
It was a harp made of shiny gold.
The ogre touched it gently.
"How I love my golden harp," he said.
"Harp, sing!"
The golden harp began to sing.
The ogre closed his eyes and hummed along.
"What beautiful music," Jack thought.
"I could make lots of money with that harp!
I need to get that harp back!"