Jack had been scheming,
calculating, preparing
to approach Crazy Mary
and trick her magic beans away.
The first stage was flattery,
friendship, trust.
He approached with an offering
of fresh milk,
one she treated like
precious nectar,
lapping up every drop.
He let her mutter away
until she mentioned her beans,
then made exaggerated
eyes of wonder.
‘Tell me, how did you
find these beans?’
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