傑克換來神奇豆子，然後爬上豆莖遇到一個「太有禮貌」的巨人？🤣 巨人總是先問能不能吃他，聽起來好像很客氣，但真的安全嗎？快來聽聽這個又好笑又緊張的冒險！
Jack trades his cow for magical beans and climbs into the sky—only to meet the politest giant ever! 😆 The giant keeps asking, “May I eat you?” Jack isn’t sure if that’s friendly or scary. Join this funny, exciting adventure full of treasures, golden eggs, and
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Jack and the Beanstalk: The Overly Polite Giant
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who loved adventure and limited edition stuff. He lived with his mother in a small, cozy cottage⋯Jack’s passion for limited stuff was so strong that if someone whispered, “Limited offer!” he handed over his coins instantly. One day a man waved some beans and said, “Exclusive! Last ones left!” Jack traded his cow before even thinking.
His mother was furious, threw the beans out the window, and muttered, “Exclusive, my foot.” Overnight, a beanstalk shot into the clouds. Jack stared at it and sighed, “Well…limited edition. I’d better climb it before someone else does.”
At the top, he found a giant castle. Inside, a booming voice echoed:
“Fee-fi—oh dear, that sounds terribly aggressive. Let me start again. Good morning, young man! May I, if it’s not too much trouble, eat you?”
Jack stopped in his tracks. “Eat me? You’re asking?”
“Well, yes,” said the giant. “Consent is very important.”
“Then no, thank you.”
“Quite right. Respecting boundaries is essential. Perhaps…a biscuit instead?”
The giant set down a plate of biscuits and poured tea into a cup the size of a bathtub. Jack sat, but his eyes kept drifting to a mountain of golden coins on the table.
“Er…may I borrow just one?” he asked, reaching out.
“Borrow? How civilized!” said the giant, beaming. “Would you like a receipt?”
Jack quickly scooped up a coin and slid it into his pocket. “No receipt needed, thanks.”
This little routine continued for days.
“May I eat you today?” asked the giant.
“No.”
“Splendid answer! Biscuit?”
Jack munched a biscuit, all while tucking treasures into his bag.
But on the third day, the giant slammed his fist on the table, rattling the teacups.
“Enough! No more biscuits, no more receipts! I am a GIANT! Fee-fi-fo-fum!”
Jack actually looked relieved. “Oh, finally! A proper villain! I can finally hit you properly. Honestly, I’ve wanted to since your very first polite question.”
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the nearest chair, and charged.
“Terribly sorry about this!” cried the giant, stumbling backward. “Nothing personal!”
“Stop apologizing and fight like a giant!” shouted Jack, swinging the chair.
The chase thundered through the castle. Jack snatched up the magic harp, tucked the goose under his arm, and sprinted for the beanstalk.
“Excuse me!” the giant puffed behind him. “Please return the goose when you’re done!”
“Not a chance!” Jack yelled.
Down the beanstalk they went, Jack racing, the giant huffing and still shouting, “Apologies for the noise! Do give my regards to your mother!”
With one chop, the beanstalk crashed, and the giant vanished with a final, “So sorry for falling!”
Jack’s mother scolded him for losing the cow, but when she saw the goose laying golden eggs, she forgave him—mostly.
And Jack learned two things: never trust shiny beans, and beware of people who are too polite.