...the tree line, waiting for an opportunity. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1$-SuNDAY, SEPTEMBER 16 Fe fi fo fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman; Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread. FE Fi Fo FUM! MIGNON SPENT THE FOLLOWING day preparing for the cleansing...

...scowled ferociously, and said in a voice that shook the torches in their brackets: "Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread." Ballimore shook her head. "Nonsense, dear. It's just Princess Cimorene...

...FROM: A fairy tale called "Jack and the Beanstalk" What the Giant says when he finds an Englishman: Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or he he dead I'll grind his bones to make my bread. GIANT OCTOPUS How TO SAY IT: Gl-ant OK-ta-puss SIZE:...

...hid. A great hairy giant stomped into the kitchen and sniffed the air, hungrily. "Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread!" Jack sat trembling in the oven as he heard the giant's wife say,...

...plötzlich nach Hause kommt, versteckt die Frau Jack rasch im Ofen. Der Riese riecht den Jungen und ruft: "Fee-fi-fo-fum / I smell the blood of an Englishman / Be he alive or be he dead / Fll have his bones to grind my bread." Seine Frau lenkt ihn jedoch ab, und als der Riese nach seinem...

...eaf — you — up!" And ¡ust then they heard the great front door slam shut. "Fee, fie, foe, fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones To make my bread!" "Better hide in this copper pot, quick now, Jack!" Jack crawled...

...children, is obsessed by children, and devouring the young is his or her way of life. The appetite rules. Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman....alive, or be he dead I'll have his bones to grind my bread.3 But it's not only young Jack who is often in danger of being devoured by a cannibalistic giant....

...falling into groups of three, or a phrase repeatedly chanted with slight variations. "Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread." "Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread...

...don't smell — mutton meat," he growled. Then he frowned horribly and began the real ogre's rhyme: "Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread." "Don't be silly!" said his wife. "It's the bones of the little boy...

...the French, which rings out in the castle as the giant comes sniffing for his prey: 'Fee Fie Fo Fum I smell the blood of an Englishman . . . Be he alive or be he dead I'll grind his bones to make my bread.' A second group of sprightly giant-killing tales centres on the tiny...