Sider Cactus Jack and the Beanstalk (contd)

Down below in Jacks favourite field , where most times in the summer , he liked to sit and while the day away without a care , mumbling to himself , and assuring himself that although sometimes perplexed himself he was definately , yes most definately correct in the way he felt about the passing of things ; were two crows popping around in silence , feeding on soil bugs.
Spider Cactus jack , completely unaware of the scene down below tugged forth against the rampant wind that although cold , grey and bleak gave him the feeling that nothing else at this moment in time had any impediment and for a lease of memory , his responsibilities to his home and Aunty were completely devoid of meaning.
To his right he could see a very large castle sitting atop a hill with the grey clouds he'd seen earlier still in swirling motion around the hill in an upwards direction as if governing some direction to his movements.
He started the journey up the hill with countenance and as he grew with travel , he also grew tired and started to think about his aunty and his liitle hut , down the beanstalk , down the hill and past the old field.Nevertheless he battled onwards and upwards till he reached the door of the castle which to his surprise swung open without reckoning.Once inside the silence was enthralling in contrast to the noise he had just experienced outside.
There came a loud pounding of footsteps towards him as a shadow crawled along the wall , shaking a fist ! He jumped with a start and tried to hide in a corner but alas to his concern he could not and the oncoming giant stopped.Bang! In front of him and stooped with a hairy grey hand to scoop him from the stairway and up , up , up into the air.
A short spell of unconsciousness through unnacountable fear and jack awoke , still in the giants hand with a leery eye and a gaping nostril squinting down upon him like a winters horizon.
"Boyyyy" the giants voice boomed!
"yessirr" replied the boy , shaking irrefutably
"what do you want here?"
"Ive come to find the meaning of experience!"
"well youll certainly find it here!"
He lets the boy down on the table whereupon he has a large roast of freshly made rooster with the surrounds and sides of which the humble man has never seen before.
"Tuck in !" booms the giant , as he does so himself without hesitation.
Picken the male chicken meat off the bones and salivating like a sultan on his birthday.A way in which some would see as rude but others as pure enjoyment of the fact.Much rich red wine is downed with the meal and acts as a digestant to the food but also leaves the two new comrades very sleepy , and with which drowsiness they fall into a deep sleep saturated with the dreams of a large feed , very similar to that of the one they have just experienced.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz!" the snoring comes from the two , for a number of hours.
As the sun goes round the castle at least once by the crows count.
Jack wakes with a start , notices that the giant is sleeping still and decides to take his leave before the monster of a man awakes.
Grabbing on to the bannister he slides down to the base of the staircase noticing a large jewel encrusted walking stick that he quickly takes hold of before hopping out of the magical door.Running down the hill and running out of breath all the time , he takes a final leap on to the beanstalk and slides quickly down to the bottom ,faster on the way down than on the way up.Hits the hilltop with a bump on to his ass , dropping his walking stick.
With a frustrated cry he jumps to his feet , picks it up and runs down the hill , past the field and to the door of his auntys abode , crying out her name as he arrives.
"Aunty Bessie!"
"Aunty Bessie!"
With a cough , she cries back "yes jack , im here"
"You have been an awfully long time , have you got my tomatoes?"
"Yes " he shouts although he didnt , fully aware she did not like tomatoes and was slightly deaf and a little senile anyway.
Before slumping in front of the fire and pretending to drink his nightly soup , pretending on this occasion as the taste of rooster still lay thick on his tongue and he found himself picking small pieces of meat from between his teeth as he slowly fell asleep.