This is a Jack Tale written, somewhat, in the tradition of ancient fairy tales and nursery rhymes. I would really like to see illustrations for this story. Please feel free to rewrite it if you like. Just let people know how it got started. Please comment and share it too. I've elaborated on its conception below.
Jack lived on a farm with his Grandpa Joe
Where it hardly rained, and nothing would grow
Brittle grasses and cottonwood trees
Hugged dry creek beds, shook in the ...
Posted by Tim Miller on Saturday, March 2, 2013 In : Jack Tales
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