Jack stared at the woman.
"Your husband is an ogre?" he said.
"Is he the mean ogre who steals gold?"
"Yes!" the woman said.
"He steals gold and treasure from people.
And do you know what his favorite food is?"
Jack shook his head. "No."
"It's baked boys on bread!" the ogre's wife said.
Jack gulped.
"You must get out of here," the woman went on.
"My husband is out hunting now.
But he will return soon and he will eat you!"
Jack knew he should leave at once.
Mother told him stories about the mean ogre.
The ogre stole from people.
And worse—the terrible ogre ate boys!
But Jack's belly was growling.
His knees felt weak.
Jack rubbed his belly again. "Please, ma'am.
I know the ogre could eat me.
But I could die from hunger first.
Please. Can you give me some breakfast?"
The woman shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"But I don't think that's a good idea."
"I will eat fast and leave," Jack begged.
"I promise." He crossed his heart.
"Please?"
The woman stared at Jack for another second.
Finally she let out a loud sigh.
"Fine. Come in," she said.
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