Another week gone, and what a week its been, a trip to Berlin with dear lunatic friends, travel by Plane, Boat, Taxi and Beer bike and now back to the mundanity of work life and the excitement of Wednesday mornings when the wonderful Rochelle hosts the Club we call The Friday Fictioneers, and this day is a special day for her as she marks 7 years doing this! That is amazing and thank goodness she has, what an outlet this is for inspired fiction from all over the globe; long may it continue.
A special mention goes to Roger Bultot who provided this lovely photo.
So without further ado, I shall don my special hat and trousers and think very hard.
On my Marks….
Get Set….
GO!!!!
The commonly held belief was the beanstalk was felled, the giant plummeted to his death whilst chasing after Jack who managed to escape to safety, just avoiding trituration.
No one had missed the mysterious magic beans merchant who melted as soon as he had materialised; following Jack up the beanstalk a day later.
He’d hidden in the Giant’s beer store in the Castle in the clouds, drunk far too much and passed out; missing Jack’s fantastically pettifogged means of escape.
Wandering the cloisters, planting mixed magic beans, he hopes for a giant spider plant he can descend to earth.
There we go, 100 words on the nose, “What the magic beans merchant did next” all true and typical of the sly street vendor.
The Count Of North Clifton 
That’s a version of the story not just anyone gets to hear
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Only the special ones!
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Dear Shrawley,
Terrible to miss the outgoing beanstalk. All my best to Jack and his spider plant. Not sure I hold out much hope but I am amused by your version of the tale. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS thanks for the anniversary wishes.
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Thanks , 7 years is a very long time to be creating, you deserve the plaudits!
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Hmmm, don’t believe I’ve seen you over on my purple page. 😉
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He could maybe set up in business retailing kebabs to the giants
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Did he plant magic beans coffee beans or bear variety?
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I’ll check it out further than the FF!!
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An amusing tale, Shawley. I could visualize him in the giant’s beer store. Those mugs must hold at least a barrel.
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I never really wondered what happened to him next. Now I know 🙂
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No one ever does, they just vanish as if by design.
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with too much to drink, i don’t think a giant spider plant will help him. 🙂
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Wonderful, as always. And now I have to go look up “trituration.”
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A wonderfully inventive take on the Beanstalk story – maybe the ‘unauthorised version’ ?
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Fun read. All i can say is that Jack really ruined home delivery from Tesco, can’t wait until they use drones.
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What?!!! I don’t understand…
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The giant spider plant is pure genious, I hope it works out for him.
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An amusing and entertaining tale! =)
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Thanks Brenda
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I just learned a new word. “Trituration.’ Thank you!
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I’ll let you into s secret; so did I!
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Funny. I like the idea of the inebriated merchant planting mixed magic seeds all over the place. Not a very scientific method of plant production, but who knows? It might work.
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At last, the untold story of an overlooked character… 🙂
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Clever and oh so true! i never even wondered what became of the charlatan bean seller!
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All these minor characters were members of the mob I wouldn’t wonder!
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