The Giant's Daughter 4 Skye

The Giants daughter hated the castle she had inherited after her father fell off the beanstalk. He was a cruel man who took pleasure in singing the old family song

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an English man
Be he alive or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread

And bread he baked, but more than this he also baked cakes and pastries of all shapes and sizes which she still missed. He was famous across the sky for his Danish pastries (made with real Danish people of course) and French stick loaves (made with French cyclists' legs) and Cornish pasties (made with Cornish miners)

But to be honest she was pleased to have cloud castle to herself, it was time she made some changes and over the next few days she decided to clear the cloud castle of all the old junk which her father had collected.

So she ordered the servants to clear out the west wing and haul all the furniture and decorations outside and place them on the castle drive. She looked at it all, swords, shields, tapestries, paintings and without a twinge of regret nodded to the servant to begin.

Then the giants daughter got to work revamping the west wing, she plastered and painted throughout, all white and bright, none of the old dark fusty colours. The halls became sleek and modern, open plan with sparse pieces of black leather furniture interspersed with coffee tables and angle poised lamps. Magazines of stylish interiors were neatly piled everywhere and centrally in the room stood a very large curved TV.

She sat down in one of her new chrome edged recliners with a view across a gently rolling cloudscape, from here she could clearly see the servants struggling with the furniture as they took piece after piece to the edge then pushed it off to litter the land below.

In a hedge just around the playing field the girls pulled two perfect plates.

'What do you have there' said the father as the girls lifted them clear.

'Wow, they are beautiful, do you think they are valuable' said the girls

'I think they are quite likely priceless' said the father, 'but I know who should be informed' as he lifted his phone and called the museum.

The boys watched as three men gently lowered the precious artefact from the tree.

'It looks like it fell from the sky, perhaps it was luggage from a flight and the door came open' said one

Where ever it came from, the men were taking every care to bring it down safely and lower it to the ground without even a scratch.

'The museum van will be around to collect it in a moment, but they say they've been rather busy today with similar things falling from the sky!'

The metal detector men couldn't believe their luck, they had paid for their metal detecting licence and the farmer had given permission to search across his land, but they were expecting to have to hunt for treasure, yet there it lay on the freshly ploughed field as if it had been tossed off a cloud!

Shiny silver and gold coins glinting in the noon day sun. The men diligently collected all the coins one at a time and then called the museum.

'What is it mum, why can't we swim today?' said the boy

'something has fallen in the water and they need to pull it out to make it safe' she said 'look, something is happeneing'

And sure enough just at that moment the crane chains became tighter and began to lift something out of the water. Divers waited close by as a white stone figure began to emerge, first a head, then shoulders and arms. Slowly the whole statue began to raise out of the water.

'Where did it come from' someone asked

'We're not sure, someone heard the splash but it looks like it just fell from the sky' said the swimming pool attendant.

A crash came from upstairs like world was falling in, the little boy and his sister looked at each other, gulped slowly and wondered what had just happened. Slowly they crept upstairs to find out, their was a lot of dust in the air and splinters of wood on the stairs carpet.

What ever had fallen had made a lot of mess, but at the top of the landing they could see exactly what had happened. Beneath a huge hole in the roof which the children could see right through there was an old metal helmet.

The children looked at the hole in the roof, then back at the helmet before looking at each other, where on earth had that fallen from they wondered!

On the school grounds the fate was very busy, then suddenly a scream came from the bouncy castle. Everybody turned to see a very beautifully painted box bounce gently off the platform and land perfectly on the ground without a scratch on it.

'Did you see that' said one of the mums 'it just fell out of the sky and landed on the bouncy castle, it's amazing nobody was on it at the time.'

A teacher then walked over to it and gently opened the lid, everyone could see it was an old piano, she then picked up her phone and began to call the museum to come and collect.

The giant's daughter was enjoying her minimalist decor of the west wing as her servant brought dinner of beans on toast.

She took one bite and the dry white processed toast made her pine for her father's old mill to run again; the mill which ground the flour and made incredible breads, pastries and pies for all the sky castles for as far as the eye could see. Oh what she would do for a Welsh cake right now (made with real Welsh choral singers of course!)

But at that very moment a grounds man servant was lifting a massive family crest painted on a shield to throw off the ramparts. Through the window she glimpsed the motif of mill wheel and Fee! Fie! Fo! Fum! written in a banner across the top.

No, not that she thought beginning to regret all those old artefacts which she had ordered to be thrown off. Running through the castle she caught the servant just in time as the shield teetered on the edge.

'Stop!' She shouted and it was saved in the nick of time.

Now, where are the keys to the mill house, I've had enough of cheap breads made with grain, it's time we renewed our family history and got back into grinding and baking!

But for the mill wheel to turn again, she would have to find some human bones to grind, so she commanded the castle navigator to take them down. As cloud castle descended it became foggy on the ground below. So thick was the fog the castle created people used to call it a pea-souper!

'Navigator, where are we?' She asked. 'Yorkshire I believe, my lady' came the reply. 'Great we'll have to bake some proper Yorkshire puddings, with extra gravy too.'

So she sang, in her lady giants voice ready for the mill wheel turn once more.

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an English man
Be he alive or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread

Which was your favourite clue? Which was really hard and could have been done better?

So what will happens next in the story as Cloud Castle has just landed in Yorkshire?

From the gallery, which artefact would you choose to be thrown off Cloud Castle?