He followed the giant into the bedroom, and hid under the bed. There was a golden harp standing in a corner of the room. "Hello, my beautiful harp. Play, please!" said the giant. The harp began playing music with no one touching the strings. "Wow! A magic harp!" whispered Jack. "That harp would make me rich and famous!" When the giant fell asleep, Jack crawled out from under the bed. He took the magic harp and put it in his bag. But this time Jack was less lucky. The magic harp screamed, “Help...

Once there was a young man named Jack. He lived with his mother on a small farm at the foot of the Foggy Mountains. Jack and his mother were very poor. Their only way of making money was selling the milk from their cow, Bess. One morning, Jack's mother woke him up early. It was still dark outside. She was crying. "Jack, wake up! Go to the market today and sell our cow, Bess." "But why?" asked Jack, yawning. "We need money to fix our house. There are holes in the roof. The windows are broken...