Jack's mother raced outside with an ax.
"What’s wrong, Jack?"
She looked up and froze.
A pair of legs hung below the clouds.
They were an ogre's legs!
Jack grabbed the ax and swung hard. Chop! Chop!
The ogre growled loudly. "Here I come!"
Jack chopped harder.
A splitting sound filled the air.
The giant beanstalk began to fall.
"Ahh!" The ogre flew off the beanstalk.
Boom! He landed hard on the ground.
Then the beanstalk crashed down.
Under it, the ogre lay still.
Music came from the golden harp.
"You are my new master," it sang.
Mother hugged Jack.
"Thank goodness you're safe!
No more magic beans—or grand plans!"
Jack grinned. "Just one more grand plan."
Mother looked worried.
Jack laughed. "Don't worry!
You'll like this plan—I promise!"
Everyone loved the golden harp.
Jack had concerts and made money.
He gave food to the poor.
And he built a big new house.
Jack built something else too.
One day he knocked on Eliza's door.
"Please come with me," Jack said.
He led her to the field next to his house.
Another new house sat there.
"It's for your family," Jack said.
That night a star twinkled brightly.
And everyone lived happily ever after.