by
Matt Gauger
ne day, a boy was sitting in his mother's kitchen, listening to the radio and humming the tune."Will you please go get me some milk at the store," A mother said to her son, Jack.
Of course, Jack pretended that he couldn't hear her and listened to the next song.
"I said....." his mother began again."I heard you, I'm going," and he picked up his magazines, stacked them neatly on the shelf as not to damage them, and flew out the door just catching his mother's outstretched hand.
He jumped onto his bike and pulled out of the family garage, only to find the sidewalks and street congested with people and traffic. So, he took the long way and pulled down the Ave.
Soon, he was only a few blocks away from Mr. Brancla's Store. He had many differnet fruits out in large crates and they were all displayed neatly.
Pedaling his bike harder as he went, Jack tried to stop when he got closer, but he skidded and flew into the crates of fruit. "You kids, you play around and you think lifes a big joke," said Mr. Brancla. "Well, I didn't know it was you Jack, bend down and help pick up the mess you've made."I just came for some milk, I didn't mean to do that Mr. Brancla, I'm sorry," said Jack as he got up and started to pick up the fruity salad around him.
After he was done picking up the friut, Jack went inside, and found a gallon jug of milk. As he was walking to the front checkout where Mr. Brancla was waiting for him, he bumped in to display and a million seeds fell to the floor.
"What's going on Jack, you o.k.?" Mr Brancla asked."I'm having a really bad day," moaned Jack to himself.
The man and the boy both bent down what looked like millions of seeds. Soon they were down, and Jack began to get up but Mr. Brancla pulled him down again to see one last seed.
"This seed is special, the magic type of bean,and I want you to have it," said Mr. Brancla as he lifted the small round seed off the floor and dropped it into Jack's hand.
Soon Jack had checked out and was at home digging a small hole in his father's garden for the seed to germinate in. Then he covered it up and watered it, but nothing happened.
The next day he watered it but, still, nothing happened. and the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, he watered and watched but nothing happened.
On the fifth day, something did happen, a small bud rose out of the soil. every night his father would give him pointers on how to keep it growing, how to fertilize it, and how much water to use. But, after months of trimming and pruning and watering and fertilizing, and countless other things, the beanstalk looked like an ordinary weed. jack had given up hope and thought that another week of no improvment, and he would call it quit.
The next night, when he was mixing fertilizer with water, like his dad had told him to, he spilled it all onto the beanstalk. he thought that it was surely going to die now and went to bed.
In the morning, he looked out his window and saw that the view from his room was facing toward the mountains, and he had a great view, but didn't remember even living in the mountains. So at breakfast, he askedhsi mothrer and father what they thought, but didn't have time to talk and were about to leave for work. When his father walked out the door, there was a whistling noise and then the sound of a ball hitting a baseball mitt. his father had fallen out the door and landed on one of the beanstalk's leaves, only, it was so big he couldn't believe. during the night, the beanstalk had grwon hundreds of feet tall!
Jack still lives in his house in the clouds, except, his parents rebuilt a house on their property below.
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