Once upon a time, there was a clever boy.
His name was Jack.
He lived with his mother.
Jack and his mother were poor.
Long ago an evil ogre stole their gold.
Then Jack's father died.
But they still had a garden and wheat field.
They also had an old cow named Milky White.
Every morning Jack milked Milky White.
Every afternoon he went to the market.
"Fresh milk for sale!" Jack called. "Fresh butter too!"
Every night Jack took the money home to Mother.
One year terrible rainstorms came.
Rain washed away their vegetable garden.
It washed away the wheat field too.
Mother looked around and shook her head.
"What will we do?" she said.
"Don't worry, Mother," Jack said cheerfully.
"In the spring we'll make a new garden.
We'll plant more wheat.
And we still have Milky White."
Mother nodded. "You're right, Jack.
We still have Milky White."
Then one day Jack went to milk the cow.
But Milky White had no milk.
"I hope Milky White is okay," Jack thought.
The next day Jack tried to milk the cow again.
"Oh no!" he said.
The cow had no milk again.
Jack sighed. "How will I tell Mother?"