There was once a poor monster who held a boy named Jack prisoner and a rat named Scabber prisoner. All they had to live on was the milk the rat gave every morning, which Jack carried to the market and sold. But one morning Scabber gave no milk, and they didn't know what to do.
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the monster, wringing her tentacles.
“Dunno” said Jack.
"We must sell Scabber and with the money start a shop, or something.” “Jack sell Scabber and give me the money or I’ll eat you”
So Jack took the rat's halter in his hand, and off he went. 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, and wondered how he knew his name.
"Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said the man.
"I'm going to market to sell our rat there."
"Ewww ," said the man. "I wonder if you know how many grenades make five?"
"Two in each hand and one in your mouth," says Jack, as sharp as a needle.
"Right you are," says the man, "and here they are, the very grenades themselves," he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of strange-looking grenades. "As you are so sharp," says he, "I don't mind doing a swap with you -- your rat for these grenades."
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