Jack and the Beanstalk: My P.O.V (Gianty McGiantface)

As many of you may know, I am the giant who had to be hospitalised as I was almost fatally injured from a fall caused by a nasty rascal called Jack. I am writing this in order for you to understand the actual story. One morning, without anything in particular happening, I had walked back into my house and smelled something unfamiliar. It seemed... strange to saw the least. Then I  realised that the smell was of a young boy. TBH I don’t even know why you’d go through all the trouble of growing a beanstalk and climbing this high but I still felt that he would cause trouble. So then, I began to sing a rhyme just to hopefully scare him off, “fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!” needless to say, he didn’t really care. So, I said to myself, “whatever, not like he can even lift a single coin or find it in that case.” I was wrong. That cheeky little boy decided he could do anything he wants to and stole my GOLD COINS! HOW DARE HE? Back to the point, he then ended up returning take more ,once stealing my poor little chicken and then stealing my self-playing harp! At that point, I was done. In my head I was singing “roses are red, violets are blue, if you were lucky, you wouldn’t be you!” in my fit of anger and as I was climbing down, ready to give that little rascal a black eye, I suddenly felt the Beanstalk start to move, and suddenly the realization hit me... I was going to fall, and from this height I might just die. So, I fell, and didn’t die, although i did break 5 ribs, my right arm and a few finger on that hand. So, the lesson is, if you see a little kid trying to rob you, build a goddamn fence