So Jack took the cow's halter in his hand, walked through the garden gate and headed off toward town. He hadn't gone far when he met a funny-looking, old man who said to him, "Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning to you," said Jack, wondering how the little, old man knew his name.
"Where are you off to this fine morning?" asked the man.
"I'm going to market to sell our cow, Bessy."
“Well what a helpful son you are!” exclaimed the man, “I have a special deal for such a good boy like you.”
The little, old man looked around to make sure no one was watching and then opened his hand to show Jack what he held.
“Beans?” asked Jack, looking a little confused.
“Three magical bean seeds to be exact, young man. One, two, three! So magical are they, that if you plant them over-night, by morning they grow right up to the sky,” promised the funny little man. “And because you’re such a good boy, they’re all yours in trade for that old milking cow.”