This is where my story begins as I am sat making notes and putting things right. This is not a fairy tale this is Jack’s comeuppance “Pay back time” *cough* The story begins with the local newspaper headlines.
Jack Spriggins And His Mother
(Of Beanstalk fame) Arrested!
Inspector Checker did not relish his job today. He had brought prominent towns folk in for questioning , and they stood charged before the beak at one O’clock.
“Order, order” cried the judge as the courtroom filled with onlookers who scrambled and shoved for a seat.
Mr. Jack Spriggins of Jackstown Hall Jacks Town, you are charged on this day as follows.
One case of fraud, As you fraudulently wormed your way into Mr and Mrs. Ogre’s home by falsely passing yourself off as a poor orphan.
Three Cases of Theft, one, a bag of gold, the second a golden singing harp,and thirdly a goose that lay golden eggs.
You face the charge as follows: living off the ill-gotten gains of such larceny.
One case of cold blooded murder with a deadly weapon.
Before the crown, this court, Judge and Jury How do you Plead to the six charges?
“Guilty as charged M’lord” said Jack dropping his head into his hands.
“Mrs. Widow Spriggins You are charged with the following” called the Judge shaking his head gravely.
1. Three cases of handling stolen goods, and living off said goods to the betterment of yourself and your son.
One charge of concealing a crime, namley a murder.
Collusion therefore culpability to that murder.
Child abuse, as you, on the day your son swapped your cow (Milky white) for a bag of beans, you did beat him sorely and sent him to the loft space; to sleep without either food or water.
“How do you plead” He bellowed to the shaken woman.
“ Mrs. Widow Spriggins” the Judge tapped his gavel for order and glared at the gallery. A buzz flew around the court as the widow fell to her knees. The harp startled by the malarkey suddenly played a soothing tune, the goose laid two golden eggs in fear of the noise and the widow sobbed.
“Guilty as charged M’lord” the widow cried.
The bag of gold rattled and shook as the floor vibrated. The towns folk gasped in fear not believing their eyes. Just then a woman, who was bent at the waist, with her back scraping along the ceiling approached the bar. Her nose long and warty dripped a puddle of snot on the judges table, she wiped her bulbous eye with a stick like finger and said. “Fe Fi Fo Fum I smell the blood of an English man, be he live or be he dead I will grind his bones to make my bread”. The chandelier shook, her breath puffed green clouds of stench over the court.
“Silence! Silence I say! or the lot of you will be held in contempt” The Judge roared banging the gavel once more.
He craned his neck and eyeballed the Female Ogre. Sniffing sharply he scooped up the splat of mucus with his palm; retching at the pungent smell he wiped it into the bin.
Once the hubub had died down the court awarded Mrs. Ogre all monies, businesses and homes; that the offending couple had accrued. Mrs. Ogre satisfied with the outcome, went on to live as happily as one would in the circumstances, without her dear husband and with wealth beyond her belief. On her leaving the court was adjourned.
A hush of breath was the only sound inside the court room as the Judge took his seat and looked directly at the prisoners dock. A gasp was heard and a rustle of skirts as the black cloth was placed on his head.
The apology by Jack and his mother that was received by Inspector Checker was not made public and deemed inadmissible. Jack and Mrs Spriggins were taken to the town gallows and as they say the rest is history.
Speculative reports said Ogre Widow became fat, some said she was as round as tall. She it was said suffered from awful bouts of flatulence that hung like a smog over the town for many a year. Mostly they the towns folk kept quiet… at least when in her company.
Inspector Checker was made Chief Super intendant and given smart uniforms for his men and unheard-of pensions, along with a state of the art station house. The Judge retired and lived a quiet life in a small cottage deep in the woods, with a few chickens a goat and a cow named Milky White.
“Is it just me who wonders what came next? Should we show children that crime doesn’t pay?” Leave me a comment id love to read 😇😉