The golden harp played on and on.
Jack peeked at the ogre.
He was listening with his eyes closed.
Soon the ogre's snores shook the house.
"Zzz . . . Zzz . . . "
"Whew." His wife sighed.
"He's finally asleep!"
"Now!" Jack thought as the woman left the room.
He jumped from the tub.
Creeping like a mouse, he reached the table.
Then—shloop! He grabbed the golden harp.
But Jack wasn't ready for what happened next.
"Master! Master!" the harp sang loudly.
"Help! There's a thief!"
"Oh no!" Jack thought.
Clutching the harp tightly, he ran for the door.
"Help!" the harp sang again.
"Wake up, Master! A boy is stealing me!"
The ogre’s eyes popped open.
With a furious growl, he jumped to his feet.
"Stop, thief!" the ogre yelled.
He rushed at Jack.
But Jack was already at the door.
He raced outside and ran down the road.
The ogre took off after him.
"You rotten boy!" he shouted.
"You won't get away from me!"
The ogre grabbed Jack's shirt.
But Jack pulled away and ran faster.
"Help, Master!" the golden harp sang.
Jack had to reach the beanstalk.
But the ogre was right behind him!