The Golden Harp

The Golden Harp

The ogre's wife shook her head at the ogre. " That’s not the boy, " she said. " You probably smell last night's dinner. "

The ogre stomped around the room. " Forget about it, " his wife said. " I'll make some pancakes for you. Pancakes with blueberries! "

Jack peeked out from his hiding spot. The ogre nodded and sat down. But he did not look happy.

While his wife cooked, the ogre sniffed the air. " I smell a boy, " the ogre grumbled. " It's the thief—I know it is. " Jack frowned. The ogre was the real thief!

The ogre got up and checked the pantry. He checked all the cupboards. His wife sighed. " Forget about the boy. Here, your breakfast is ready. "