Jack in the Box
Once upon a time there was a young man called Jack. He wasn't clever or wise, but he wasn't stupid either. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't short either. He was sort of in between. Jack lived in a cardboard house. There was an old woman who lived nearby, and she often walked past his house. Every now and then Jack would hang out of the window and shout abuse at her. The woman would then shout that he would get what was coming to him. Whenever he saw the old woman coming he would lock the door just to be on the safe side, because you never know. Once he saw her coming again and thought to himself, I'll not only lock the door, I'll close the window too. But what Jack had not considered was that the woman was a witch. The woman came in through the chimney, and even though the chimney wasn't very wide, it didn't matter to a witch. She got through easily and quickly. She put Jack in a big potato sack and dragged him to her house. On the way she put the sack down for a moment because she had to pee. She went into the bushes and just then someone was working in the field and heard a noise coming from the sack. Surprised, he asked: "Hey, is there someone in the sack?”. “ Yes, there is, said Jack, let me out.” Well, the worker was willing. Jack said: “Could you put some small potatoes that you grow in there instead of me?” “Yes, said the man, I'd be glad to do that”, and he filled the sack with baby potatoes and put it down on the road. The witch came out of the bushes and took the sack back to her house. Inside, she had a big cauldron of boiling oil on the fire. She turned the sack upside down, but instead of Jack, all sorts of little potatoes fell into the oil. The witch was furious. How on earth could that be? Or had Jack turned into potatoes? But the next day, when she passed the cardboard house, Jack was scolding her again. “ I'll get you yet, monkey” she shouted back. The next time she came, she slipped into the house without Jack noticing and once again pushed him into a sack. She had unexpected powers and Jack could not escape. But on the way, the witch had to pee again and put the bag down and disappeared into the bushes. Someone was fishing nearby and heard that someone was in the bag. He went over and said, “Hey, what are you doing in that bag?” “I've been kidnapped and I want to get out. Can you help me?” ”'Sure, said the fisherman “that's what I'll do.” Then Jack asked, "Could you put something else in the sack?" The fisherman replied, “Sure, I've got some tiny fish lying around. We'll put them in” and that's what happened. The witch came out of the bushes while Jack and the fisherman hid in the ditch. The witch went home with the sack. She once again had a large pot of boiling oil on the fire, held the sack over it, and to her great anger a tiny fishes rolled down into the oil. How is this possible? It seems to be the work of the devil, but it will not happen to me again; the third time is the charm, she said. The third time she caught him and said to herself, "It can't go this crazy again.” I'm not going to put the bastard anywhere. I'm taking him home right now. This time, however, she didn't have a pot on, because she thought, "If this happens to me again, I'll have lost all my oil for the third time, so that's not going to happen.” She grabbed the machete she used to cut the trees at home and would use it to chop off his head. But no matter how hard she tried to make Jack put his head on the chopping block, she couldn't make him understand. Jack didn't know what to do. Then she thought, you know what? I'll show him. She put the machete next to the chopping block, put her own head on it and said: “Look, that's how it's done. It can't be that hard, can it?” Now I have to take my chance, thought Jack. He quickly grabbed the machete and hit her on the neck, so hard that her head almost fell off. A second blow. And then the head rolled off the chopping block and onto the floor. They'll find the head and the torso later, Jack thought, if the devil hasn't taken them already.
Jack in the Box
Once upon a time there was a young man called Jack. He wasn't clever or wise, but he wasn't stupid either. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't short either. He was sort of in between. Jack lived in a cardboard house. There was an old woman who lived nearby, and she often walked past his house. Every now and then Jack would hang out of the window and shout abuse at her. The woman would then shout that he would get what was coming to him. Whenever he saw the old woman coming he would lock the door just to be on the safe side, because you never know. Once he saw her coming again and thought to himself, I'll not only lock the door, I'll close the window too. But what Jack had not considered was that the woman was a witch. The woman came in through the chimney, and even though the chimney wasn't very wide, it didn't matter to a witch. She got through easily and quickly. She put Jack in a big potato sack and dragged him to her house. On the way she put the sack down for a moment because she had to pee. She went into the bushes and just then someone was working in the field and heard a noise coming from the sack. Surprised, he asked: "Hey, is there someone in the sack?”. “ Yes, there is, said Jack, let me out.” Well, the worker was willing. Jack said: “Could you put some small potatoes that you grow in there instead of me?” “Yes, said the man, I'd be glad to do that”, and he filled the sack with baby potatoes and put it down on the road. The witch came out of the bushes and took the sack back to her house. Inside, she had a big cauldron of boiling oil on the fire. She turned the sack upside down, but instead of Jack, all sorts of little potatoes fell into the oil. The witch was furious. How on earth could that be? Or had Jack turned into potatoes? But the next day, when she passed the cardboard house, Jack was scolding her again. “ I'll get you yet, monkey” she shouted back. The next time she came, she slipped into the house without Jack noticing and once again pushed him into a sack. She had unexpected powers and Jack could not escape. But on the way, the witch had to pee again and put the bag down and disappeared into the bushes. Someone was fishing nearby and heard that someone was in the bag. He went over and said, “Hey, what are you doing in that bag?” “I've been kidnapped and I want to get out. Can you help me?” ”'Sure, said the fisherman “that's what I'll do.” Then Jack asked, "Could you put something else in the sack?" The fisherman replied, “Sure, I've got some tiny fish lying around. We'll put them in” and that's what happened. The witch came out of the bushes while Jack and the fisherman hid in the ditch. The witch went home with the sack. She once again had a large pot of boiling oil on the fire, held the sack over it, and to her great anger a tiny fishes rolled down into the oil. How is this possible? It seems to be the work of the devil, but it will not happen to me again; the third time is the charm, she said. The third time she caught him and said to herself, "It can't go this crazy again.” I'm not going to put the bastard anywhere. I'm taking him home right now. This time, however, she didn't have a pot on, because she thought, "If this happens to me again, I'll have lost all my oil for the third time, so that's not going to happen.” She grabbed the machete she used to cut the trees at home and would use it to chop off his head. But no matter how hard she tried to make Jack put his head on the chopping block, she couldn't make him understand. Jack didn't know what to do. Then she thought, you know what? I'll show him. She put the machete next to the chopping block, put her own head on it and said: “Look, that's how it's done. It can't be that hard, can it?” Now I have to take my chance, thought Jack. He quickly grabbed the machete and hit her on the neck, so hard that her head almost fell off. A second blow. And then the head rolled off the chopping block and onto the floor. They'll find the head and the torso later, Jack thought, if the devil hasn't taken them already.
