Kate and the Beanstalk
By Mary Pope Osborne
Kate knew she must disguise herself to return to the castle. That night she dressed in a wig and a beard, crept out to the moonlit garden, and climbed the beanstalk again.
Kate climbed and climbed and climbed…
...up and up and up.
In the light before dawn, Kate crossed the sheep meadow and knocked on the castle door.
When the giantess came out, she roared, "Help me! I need a servant! The last one stole our hen and ran away!"
All happened as before. Kate helped the giantess make breakfast until the sun came up. When they heard the giant's booming footsteps and bellowing voice, the giantess hid Kate in the closet.
"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum'un, I smell the blood of an Englishwoman. Be she alive or be she dead, I'll grind her bones to make my bread."
"Calm down," said the giantess. "You only smell the mountain of hash I made for your breakfast."
"Oh," said the giant.