Jack woke early every morning. He milked the cow, poured the milk into a jug and set off to the dairy. The milk was only worth a few pennies, but Jack didn’t mind. He happily accepted the pennies from a local cheese maker, bought a few potatoes from the market and returned home. Jack did this everyday. The milk from the cow was just enough to help Jack and his mother get by. One year a terribly harsh winter hit the village. Great howling winds blew and the snow lay in huge drifts—never before seen by the villagers. The following spring the grass did not grow. Without grass the cow had nothing to eat and soon became too weak to produce milk. “Mother!” cried Jack, “I cannot get a single drop of milk from our dear cow this morning.”