So, there was this kid named Jack that came up to my beanstalk one day. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I put down my ham sandwich I was eating and looked at him. I'm not sure what he thought he was doing there, but he sure did talk a lot. He kept asking me questions about this and then he asked me some questions about that and I was getting a little bit tired of all of the questions. 

When I thought I wouldn't hear the end of everything, this Jack kid asked me about the one and only secret that I've always kept to myself. That no one even knew about! No, it wasn't about my golden guitar or even my goose that laid eggs filled with coins. No, he was asking me about my beans and their roots. 

You see, I'm a giant and my job is to make sure the bean roots that we use to get down to earth are well protected and guarded. They're what helps us get down to the little person world when we need to. I became a little bit worried as the little kid asked more and more questions about my roots. I didn't want to tell him that my roots were hidden in the library! 

I walked over to him to pick this little kid up to get him to quiet down about the bean roots, well, he got me with his little knife and I dropped him! Thankfully, he didn't get hurt or I would've been so sad! 

He ran down the beanstalk when I chased after him. I guess he wanted to get back to his little people. I didn't follow him, but I sure hope he doesn't come back for my stuff.
Who looks after the bean roots?
How does he care for them?
Why are they important?
Who was talking to the giant?
Was he quiet?
What did they talk about?
About what?
What else?
Did he ask about a guitar?
How did it make the giant feel?
Why did that worry him?
Why did he drop Jack?
Was he hurt?
Where did he go?
What happened next?
and then?
What's inside the eggs?
Where do they come from?
Who has a secret?
What was it?
A giants
I'm a giant and my job is to make sure the bean roots that we use to get down to earth are well protected
making sure they are protected and guarded.
I'm a giant and my job is to make sure the bean roots that we use to get down to earth are well protected and guarded.
they help us get down to the little person world when we need to
They're what helps us get down to the little person world when we need to
Jack
So, there was this kid named Jack that came up to my beanstalk one day.
no
 I'm not sure what he thought he was doing there, but he sure did talk a lot.
He kept asking me questions
He kept asking me questions about this and then he asked me some questions about that
about this and that
about this and then he asked me some questions about that
about my beans and their roots.
he was asking me about my beans and their roots. 
No
No, it wasn't about my golden guitar
a little bit worried
 I became a little bit worried as the little kid asked more and more questions about my roots
he didn't want to tell him that his roots were hidden in the library
 I didn't want to tell him that my roots were hidden in the library! 
his knife got him!
 he got me with his little knife and I dropped him!
no
Thankfully, he didn't get hurt or I would've been so sad! 
He ran down the beanstalk
He ran down the beanstalk
I chased after him
 I chased after him
he didn't follow him
 I didn't follow him
coins
eggs filled with coins
his goose
my goose that laid eggs 
The giant
this Jack kid asked me about the one and only secret that I've always kept to myself. That no one even knew about!
my beans and their roots.
my beans and their roots. 