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Jack and the Beanstalk
This is the video description for Jack and the Beanstalk This is the video description for Jack and the Beanstalk HOMER is an early learning program for kids ages 2-8. It includes access to hundreds of interactive stories and a personalized learn-to-read plan. Try it free for 30 days! Jack’s tired of milking his old cow, so he decides to sell her at the market. On the way, a peddler convinces Jack to trade the cow for magic beans, and his mother’s none too happy about it. When she tosses the beans out the window and a beanstalk shoots up into the sky, Jack just can’t resist finding out what’s at the top—a giant castle! There he finds a goose that can lay golden eggs, and . . . what’s that? “Fee fi fo fummy!” It’s a giant that thinks Jack smells “yum, yum, yummy!” But when the giant follows Jack down the beanstalk, Jack and the giant find a way to become friends. show full description Show Short DescriptionFairy Tales
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Once upon a time, a boy named Jack got himself into the biggest, most humongous heap of trouble ever. It all started when Jack’s mama asked him to milk the old cow. But Jack decided he was tired of milking cows. “No way, no how. I’m not milking this brown cow now,” said Jack, and he decided to sell the old cow, so he’d never have to milk it again! Jack was on his way to market to sell the cow when he came across a peddler. “Hi, Mr. Peddler,” said Jack. “Where are you headed?” asked the peddler. “I’m going to sell my cow at the market,” Jack answered. “Why sell your cow?” asked the peddler. “Trade her for beans!” “Beans?” asked Jack. “Not just any kind of beans,” said the peddler, “magic beans.” “What do they do?” asked Jack. “They do magic!” said the peddler. “Magic? Sold!” said Jack, and he traded the cow for three magic beans. Jack got home and told his mama he had sold the cow so he wouldn’t have to milk her anymore.
“Oh dear, you did what?” Jack’s mama asked. “I sold her for magic beans,” said Jack. “You sold a cow for magic beans?” Jack’s mama couldn’t believe what Jack was telling her. “There’s no such thing as magic beans,” she said as she threw the beans out the window. “Well, I did make them disappear, but that still doesn’t make them magic!” Suddenly, the ground rumbled and began to shake. A magic beanstalk grew up right before their eyes! Jack saw it and immediately began to climb the tall beanstalk. “Get back here this instant!” called Jack’s mama, but Jack wasn’t listening. Jack climbed up and up and up and up the beanstalk. At the top of the beanstalk, Jack found a giant castle. He walked up to the giant door, cracked it open, and went inside. Inside the castle, Jack saw the most amazing thing he had ever seen. It was a goose. But it wasn’t just any old ordinary goose. This goose laid eggs made of gold! “That is so cool,” thought Jack. “Think of all the things you could do with golden eggs!” And then, Jack got the worst idea he’d ever had—he was going to take the goose! Jack lifted the goose off of its perch.
Just then, the biggest, most fearsome, and only giant Jack had ever seen came into the room. The giant saw that his goose wasn’t in its usual spot! “Fee fi fo funch, if you took my goose, I’ll eat you for lunch!” “Oh no,” thought Jack. “That giant’s going to eat me! I’ve got to get out of here without him seeing me!” Quietly and carefully, Jack took the goose and made his way toward the door. He was almost out of the room when—honk! The goose cried out and the giant spotted Jack! “Fee fi fo fummy, give that back or I’ll call my mummy!” roared the giant. “Ahhh!” screamed Jack. He ran toward the beanstalk. Jack ran as quickly as he could down the beanstalk, but the giant was following close behind. Just as Jack put his feet back on the ground, the giant picked up Jack in his enormous hands. “Fee fi fo fummy, I bet you taste yum yum yummy!” said the giant. Just as the giant was about to eat Jack, the ground began to shake, and there, standing right behind the giant, was an even bigger, taller, more humongous lady giant! “Two giants!” thought Jack.
“They’ll eat me now for sure!” “Put that boy down, Willifred,” the giant mama told her son. The giant put Jack back down on the ground. “Now what have I told you?” she asked. “Don’t eat other kids,” said the giant sheepishly. “That’s right, we don’t eat other kids,” said the mama giant. “But he took my goose!” cried the giant. Just then, Jack’s mama came out of the farmhouse. “What on earth is going on here?” she asked. “Well,” Jack began, “there was this castle, and inside was the coolest goose ever—it lays golden eggs! As I was taking it, this giant kid came in and was all ‘fee fi fo fum’ and then I—” “You mean you took this boy’s goose?” Jack’s mama interrupted. “Yeah, but it lays golden eggs!” Jack paused and thought about it. “Huh. Now that you mention it, I guess that wasn’t very nice,” said Jack. Jack looked at the giant. “I’m sorry I took your goose. I know I shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to me.” “That’s OK. I suppose I should’ve asked you to give me back the goose without trying to eat you.
I’m sorry too,” said the giant. “Hey, do you want to play baseball?” Jack and the giant became good friends, using the beanstalk to visit each other whenever they wanted. “You know,” Jack said, “if it weren’t for those three magic beans, I never would have learned how to play giant baseball.” “You’re right,” said the giant. “I’d say the whole adventure was a giant success!”
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Kitten's First Full Moon
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She dreams of having it! Closing her eyes, she stretches her neck and opens her mouth to lap it up but only catches a bug. She runs down the sidewalk and over the fields to a pond, but the bowl of milk is still so far away. She climbs a tree to see if she can reach it. Poor Kitten—that doesn’t work. But in the pond is a larger bowl of milk! She races down the tree, through the grass, and SPLASH into the pond, only to get wet. Defeated, she makes her way back home. What do you think is waiting for her there? show full description Show Short Description Bedtime Stories
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It was Kitten’s first full moon. When she saw it, she thought, “There’s a little bowl of milk in the sky.” And she wanted it. So she closed her eyes and stretched her neck and opened her mouth and licked. But Kitten only ended up with a bug on her tongue. Poor Kitten! Still, there was the little bowl of milk, just waiting. So she pulled herself together and wiggled her bottom and sprang from the top step of the porch. But Kitten only tumbled— bumping her nose and banging her ear and pinching her tail. Poor Kitten! Still, there was the little bowl of milk, just waiting. So she chased it— down the sidewalk, through the garden, past the field, and by the pond. But Kitten never seemed to get closer. Poor Kitten! Still, there was the little bowl of milk, just waiting. So she ran to the tallest tree she could find, and she climbed and climbed and climbed to the very top. But Kitten still couldn’t reach the bowl of milk, and now she was scared.
Poor Kitten! What could she do? Then, in the pond, Kitten saw another bowl of milk, and it was bigger. What a night! So she raced down the tree and raced through the grass and raced to the edge of the pond. She leaped with all her might— Poor Kitten! She was wet and sad and tired and hungry. So she went back home. And there was a great big bowl of milk on the porch, just waiting for her. Lucky Kitten!
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👍 Spikelet 🐱 | Fairy tales for children. Stories and fairy tales with pictures
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The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.
And the cockerel rose a little before light, first woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work. Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.
— Cool, Vert, — the cockerel called, — look what I found!
The mice came running and said:
- We need to thresh him.
— And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! one shouted.
- Not me! another shouted.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll thresh.
And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.
The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!
The little mice came running and squealed in one voice:
— Now we need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!
- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! Krut shouted.
- Not me! Vert shouted.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He shouldered the sack and left.
Meanwhile, the mice started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
- Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.
The little mice came running, they look, they won’t boast:
— Oh, yes, the cockerel! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.
- Who will knead? asked the cockerel.
And the mice are back to their own:
— Not me! squeaked Krut.
- Not me! squeaked Vert.
Thought, thought the cockerel and said:
— Apparently, I'll have to.
He kneaded the dough, brought firewood, fired up the oven. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it.
Mice don't waste time either: they sing songs and dance.
The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there.
And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.
And the cockerel says to them:
— Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.
- You found it! the mice screamed loudly.
— And who threshed the spikelet? the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! Both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
— You too, — Quite quietly answered Krut and Vert.
— And who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- Everything is you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
— And what did you do?
What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back.
There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!
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Grandfather ate in the forest, and the dog ran after him. Grandfather walked, walked, and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:
- This is where I will live.
And at this time the frog - jump-jump! - asks:
- Who, who lives in a mitten?
- Scratching mouse. And who are you?
- And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!
- Go.
There are already two of them. Bunny is running. He ran up to the mitten and asked:
- Who, who lives in the mitten?
- Scratching mouse, jumping frog. And who are you?
- And I'm a runaway bunny.
Let me go too!
- Go.
There are already three of them. A fox is running:
- Who, who lives in a mitten?
- Scratch mouse, jumping frog and runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I'm a sister fox. Let me go too!
There are already four of them. Look, a top runs - and also to the mitten, and asks:
- Who, who lives in the mitten?
- Scratching mouse, jumping frog, runaway bunny and sister fox. And who are you?
- And I'm a spinning top - a gray barrel. Let me go too!
- Come on!
This one got in too, there were already five of them. Out of nowhere - a wild boar wanders:
- Chro-chro-chro, who lives in a mitten?
- Scratch mouse, jumping frog, runaway bunny, little fox and spinning top - gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I'm a fang boar. Let me go too!
That's the trouble, everyone needs a mitten.
- You can't even fit in!
- I'll get in somehow, let me in!
- Well, what can you do with you, climb!
This one got in too.
There are already six of them. And they are so crowded that they can’t turn around! And then the branches crackled: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roars:
- Who, who lives in the mitten?
- Scratch mouse, jumping frog, runaway bunny, sister fox, spinning top - gray barrel and fang boar. And who are you?
— Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you! And I'm a teddy bear. Let me go too!
— How can we let you in? Because it's so tight.
- Yes, somehow!
- Well, go, only from the edge!
This one got in too - it became seven, and it was so crowded that the mitten of that one looked like it would break.
In the meantime, grandfather was missing - there is no mitten. He then returned to look for her. The dog ran forward. She ran, ran, looks - the mitten lies and moves. Dog then:
- Woof-woof-woof!
The animals were frightened, they escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest.
