In the hard, laborous sun; jack felt a sweat roll down his face. It felt like rain that made his eyes burn with salty water. He shucked corn, minute after minute, hour after hour. He managed to fill barrel after barrel. Eventually, he had 10 barrels of corn and various vegetables lined up before. From corn on the cob, to plump cherry tomatoes, and brown potatoes. Jack finally finished his work in the field and wiped his forehead with a wet towel.

He felt the coolness of the towel instantly chill off his body. He took a deep breath and looked around. Various villagers were walking around and conversing. Some children were running around playing tag. A villager was bargaining with a salesman. Trying to hassle down the price of some food.

With his work finished, he went into the market where he saw an elderly gentleman wearing a suit. He smoked a long brown cigar and puffed out a large cloud of smoke. Jack used his free hand to wave it away from his nose. The man in the suit looked up at Jack with a shark tooth grin. It made Jack shudder and sent a chill down his spine.

"Jack, Old friend; Have you finished work?" The man with the cigar asked him as he moved his head away to blow out another puff of smoke. Jack nodded nervously and tugged at the collar of his shirt. Beads of sweat rolled down his neck. The smell of tobacco gave him an aching headache

"Hello, Mr. Tooth." Jack answered, "Yes, I have." Much like his teeth suggested, Mr. Tooth was his name. Jack couldn't fathom why someone's parents would name their child that. Mr. Tooth's name seemed to fit him perfectly though. His smile creeped Jack out. Mr. Tooth looked past Jack at the barrel of filled vegetables. He did a long wolf whistle.

"Nice Job, My boy." Mr. tooth smiled as he reached in the back, "Your pay!" Being payed was one of the few things that brought Jack joy. Jack smiled and held out his hand to recieve his payment. Jack felt a light bag of coins in his hand. He raised his brow confused and shuffled it in his hand.

"Uhh,Mr. Tooth? Doesn't this seem a litte?" Mr Tooth cut him off.

"Short?" I'm sorry Jack; but it seems business has been slow and all. The weather's been too crazy." Jack clenched his fists.

"Mr. Tooth, how am I supposed to pay off the taxes with this?" Jack asked. Mr. Tooth smiled.

"Well Jack.." Mr. Tooth began, "You could always let me buy the farm." Mr. Tooth answered callously. The smoke seemed to dance around his face, giving him a devilish look.

"Mr. Tooth; That farm has been in my family for generations. I can't just sell it off to you." Mr. Tooth appeared dissapointed. Jack could see a demonic fire burning in his eyes through a creepy, sad smile.

"Pity, I would have offered you a pretty penny for it too." Mr. Tooth added on as an incentive. He must have thought Jack to be a sucker. Jack was no fool.

"Mr. Tooth, surely there are other farms out there you could be interested in buying. I will not allow you to purchase it." Mr. Tooth went silent at the sound of jack's words. He took one deep breath of his cigar.

"Ok Jack. I understand." He went quiet after speaking these words, but jack held on tightly to his words. He wasn't about to let the farm get sold. No way.

"Is there any other work I could do? Any at all?" Jack asked. He didn't want to ask for more money. His farm was hard enough maintaing as is, but Jack wasn't about to let the farm go away. With an evil smile making way to his lips, Mr. Tooth said something that Jack was all too famliar with.

"I heard you're a nimble guy Jack. Fast on your feet." He said, dropping the cigar to the ground and dropping it, "You ever heard of magic beans?"