Magic Beans

I hesitate to make it known but it’s true. The Jack /Beanstalk story isn’t quite right. Telling the correct version is long overdue. Hence, herewith I will shed needed light. Before Jack fled from the giant so scary He spied a basket of multi-colored beans. He stuffed his pockets with all he could carry. Then went down the stalk with bulging jeans. Safely on earth, he eyed the beans with care. They were warm to his hand and had a sheen. His father proclaimed them to be very rare. And a professor said they had an alien gene. In the following days Jack gave them a name. He called them “Magic Beans” on finding out If rubbed on grass they would burst into flame. “Dangerous,” dad said, feeding them to trout. Jack cried hard, his magic beans fish fodder. When he told his friends of the giant and beans They said they hadn’t heard a tale any odder. And that’s the real story out of my dreams. Jan. 15, 2015, Paul