"Really?" said Jack, "and you’re quite sure they’re magical?"
"I am indeed! And if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have your cow back."
"Well that sounds fair," said Jack, as he handed over Bessy’s halter, pocketed the beans and headed back home to show his mother.
"Back already, Jack?" asked his mother; "I see you haven't got Old Bess -- you've sold her so quickly. How much did you get for her?"
Jack smiled and reached into his pocket, "Just look at these beans, mother; they're magical, plant them over-night and----"
"What!" cried Jack's mother. "Oh, silly boy! How could you give away our milking cow for three measly beans.” And with that she did the worst thing Jack had ever seen her do – she burst into tears.
Jack ran upstairs to his little room in the attic, so sorry he was, and threw the beans angrily out the window thinking, “How could I have been so foolish – I’ve broken my mother’s heart.” After much tossing and turning, at last Jack dropped off to sleep.