Thump! Thump! Thump!
The ogre's footsteps shook the house.
The footsteps grew louder.
The ogre's wife looked worried.
"Quick!" she whispered to Jack. "Hide!"
Just as before, Jack jumped into the oven.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The ogre stomped into the room.
Instantly he began sniffing around.
"Fee, fi, fo, fum!" the ogre shouted.
"I smell an—"
"It's nothing, dear!" His wife cut him off.
"Here. Eat your breakfast."
The ogre's wife set down some pancakes.
"Fine!" the ogre snapped.
"But I can smell an . . . "
The ogre’s wife sprinkled some blueberries on the pancakes.
The ogre looked down at his plate.
"Ooh!" he cried. "Blueberries!"
Jack peeked out as the ogre ate the pancakes.
After breakfast the ogre patted his belly.
Then he slapped the table.
"Wife!" he shouted. "Bring me my golden hen!"
His wife nodded and ran off.
Soon she was back with a large hen.
She put it in front of the ogre.
The ogre grinned his nasty grin.
"Hen, I want an egg!" the ogre cried. "Lay!"
Jack's eyes opened wide.
The hen laid a golden egg!
"I must have that hen!" Jack thought.