This is book is about to contain the best topic you've ever read. I will be taking up the task of putting out Charles Perrault's Stories published in 1697 such as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty In The Woods and comparing them to the Disney Movie Car...
There was once a widow who had a son named Jack and a cow named Milky White. They were very poor and had only the milk from the cow, which they sometimes sold for food. But one morning Milky White gave no milk at all and they didn't know what to do. "Do not worry, Mother," said Jack at last. "Today is market day. I shall take Milky White with me and sell her. She is a fine looking cow and will fetch us up enough money to start us up for a trade."
So he took the cow's halter in his hand and set off for town. He hadn't gone far when he met a funny-looking old man along the road. "Good morning, Jack," he said. "Good morning to you," said Jack, wondering how the man knew his name. "Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" "I'm going to market to sell our cow here." "You seem the sort of the lad who will get a good price," said the man. "I wonder if you know how many beans make five." "Two in each hand and one in your mouth," said Jack, quick as a wink. "Right you are," said the man. "And here they are, the very beans themselves." He took a number of beans, unlike any Jack had ever seen before. "These are magical beans, Jack. Plant them at night and they'll grow right up to the sky."
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(Inaccurate artist didn't use the right cow that cow in the picture is neither female nor a milking cow species honestly.) "You don't say!" said Jack. "I do indeed," the stranger told him. "And since you are such a clever lad, I'll happily swap them for your cow there." "It's a deal," said Jack. And he handed over Milky White and pocketed the beans. Back home Jack went. It wasn't even dusk when he came through the door. "Home already?" his mother said. "I see you haven't got Milky White so you must have sold her. How much did she fetch? Five pounds?" Jack smiled and shook his head. "Ten?" Jack shook his head again. "Can it have been twenty pounds?" said his Mother, clapping her hands with her excitement. "No, Mother," said Jack. "I got something better still." He opened his hand to show the beans. "Plant them at night in the morning—" "You dolt! You idiot!" his Mother screamed. "You gave away my Milky White, the best milked in the district and prime beef besides, for a handful of beans? I'll teach you!" Then she threw the beans out the window, thrashed Jack soundly, and sent him to bed without his supper.
In the morning when Jack woke up, the room looked very strange. Shadows of leaves were on the walls and the sun did not shine through the window. Quickly he got dressed and went to look outside. There right next to the house grew a huge beanstalk that went up and up until it reached the sky. Jack couldn't see the top of it and then he knew that the man had spoken the truth.
He threw open his window and climbed onto the beanstalk. It grew straight and true, just like a ladder leading up to the sky. Higher and higher Jack climbed until he came out upon a long, broad road. So he walked along and walked along until he came to a great big tall house. On the doorstep there was a great big tall woman.
""Good morning, to you, ma'am," said Jack politely. "Could you kindly give me some breakfast? I've had nothing to eat from midday past and it was a long walk to get here."
