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Once upon a time

 there lived a rich prince named 

Jack and his mother. They 

owned a grand castle at the top 

of a grand hill, with grand 

gardens and there they lived a 

grand life.

      The only problem was that the prince was 

very greedy. He wanted to have the best and 

be the best, buy the best and sell the best and 

even eat the best and drink the best.

     The prince had worked all of his life to 

insure that this be true of himself and his 

mother, but through all of his journeys and 

all of his strife there was one problem that 

the prince could not fix.

 He was stalky, and stalky princes 

would make stalky kings,

 and stalky kings were NOT the best.

     So the prince called all of his servants and 

subjects to his castle one afternoon and told 

them,

     "My people. For years you have watched 

as I have made this kingdom THE best, now 

it is your turn to return the favour!"

     At this many people shook their heads and 

began to leave, as everyone knew the prince 

has done no such thing, and only made life 

better for himself. 

 "There will be great reward for whoever is 

able to complete this task!", cried the prince.

     Heads stopped shaking, feet stopped 

walking, the prince had the interest of the 

entire kingdom. 

     "As you all know, in just a few months I 

will be taking my rightful place as your king. 

And it is my dearest wish that before that day 

comes, I will become a strong and dashing 

man.

"Now, i order each of you, search the 

kingdom and find a way for this to become 

true!" 

     "Trade all that you have to better you 

future king, and you will be rewarded with 

any material thing you ask for!"

     The people cheered and rushed through the 

kingdom to find such a cure. But one remained in 

the castle, Goose, a young and beautiful woman who 

lived in the kingdom. 

     "My prince!” she called as her eyes lit up like 

golden eggs, "My dear prince, I have nothing left to 

give to trade for such things! Is there nothing I can 

do?" The ignorant prince did not even look at her 

but walked away laughing at her misfortune.

     Over the next weeks hundreds of ideas 

we're presented to the prince, at great 

sacrifices to their presenters.

     "It's a Bowflex my Lord", one explained "I 

traded my youngest daughter for it. All it 

takes is fifteen minutes a day for visible 

results in just one month!"

     "Far too much work" Thought the prince, 

again arrogant of the strife of his subject, 

"NEXT!"

"For you my Lord, I present a 

protein shake!", explained 

another.

"NEXT!!!"

     For days it went on this way until finally 

an old witch staggered up to the castle door 

and shuffled towards the royal throne.

     "I have a solution for you” she sneered, 

“all you have to do my liege, is eat what I 

hold in my hand. What’s more dear child” 

continued the wench, “I ask for nothing in 

return!”

     This caught the interest of the prince, and 

he waved her forwards. With a deep 

toothless grin she reached out her knobbed 

hand and mesmerized the prince extended 

his well-manicured fingers. Into the soft 

palm fell three small green beans. 

     The prince grew furious, “LIAR! YOU OLD 

COW!!” he cried, “you deceive your prince, 

and for that you will be banished”. With that 

the guards came forwards and carried the 

witch away.

Exhausted from his day

 in the courts the prince returned to his 

chambers. 

Upon arriving in his bed 

the prince realized that in his rage 

he had kept the beans clenched in his fist. 

Sighing, he popped 

all three of them into his mouth

 and fell asleep.

     As dusk began to break a great crashing 

could be heard throughout the kingdom. All 

of the villagers ran out to the streets and 

look towards the prince’s castle, and there 

they saw a new mountain silhouetted by the 

rising sun.

     Much to the astonishment of the folk, the 

mountain seemed to be moving! And indeed 

it was. As the sun rose higher the ‘mountain’ 

became clearer and clearer. 

The black outline 

became 

red cloaks,

brown hair,

 four limbs 

and a 

gigantic 

frown.

     The prince had shot up like a beanstalk 

overnight.

     It seemed that as the transformation took 

place the prince had the good wit to spring 

through his window to avoid ruining his 

beautiful chamber in his growth.

     Sadly he had moved slightly too slowly and 

one foot grew to such a size that it could no 

longer fit through. 

  The prince was stuck

 sitting in his grand clothes, on his 

grand hill, with one grand foot in his 

grand castle.

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