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Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived togeth­er in a house, in the for­est.  One of them was a Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear; and one was a Mid­dle-Sized Bear; and the oth­er was a Great, Huge Bear.

They each had a bowl for their por­ridge — a lit­tle bowl for the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear; and a mid­dle sized bowl for the Mid­dle-Sized Bear; and a great bowl for the Great, Huge Bear.

And they each had a chair to sit in — a lit­tle chair for the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear; a mid­dle-sized chair for the Mid­dle-Sized Bear; and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear.

And they each had a bed to sleep in — a lit­tle bead for the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear; a mid­dle-sized ben for the Mid­dle-Sized bear; and a great bed for the Gre­ta, Huge, Bear.

One day, after they made the por­ridge for their break­fast and poured it into their bowls, they walked out intothe wood while the por­ridge was cool­ing, so they would­n’t burn their mouths by eat­ing it too soon.

In a vil­lage, just beyond the for­est, lived a lit­tle girl who loved to run through the long grass, pick­ing wild­flow­ers.  Her hair felling in gold­en locks about her shoul­ders, so every­one called her Goldilocks.

This morn­ing, how­ev­er, Goldilocks wan­dered too far, and before she real­ized it, she found her­self deep in the shad­owy for­est.  Soon, she came upon the Three Bears’ cot­tage.  Glad to find a house in the mid­dle of the for­est, she ran from win­dow to win­dow and peeked in. See­ing no one at home, she went to the door and tried the latch.

Now, the Three Bears, who them­selves were very polite crea­tures, nev­er thought that any­one would come into their house with­out an invi­ta­tion, so they always left their door unlocked.  But Goldilocks, who was some­times so curi­ous she for­got her man­ners, opened the door and invit­ed her­self in.

The moment she smelled the cool­ing por­ridge, Goldilocks remem­bered how hun­gry explor­ing the for­est had made her.  If she had wait­ed for the Three Bears to come home, she might have been invit­ed for break­fast, for they were good-natured bears and very hos­pitable.  But, instead, she decid­ed to help her­self.

First she tast­ed the por­ridge of the Great, Huge Bear, but that was too hot for her.  And then­she tast­ed the por­ride of the Mid­dle-Sized Bear, but that was too cold for her.  And then, she went to the por­ridge of the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear and tast­ed that; and that was nei­ther too hot nor too cold, but just right, and she liked it so well that she ate it all up.

Then Goldilocks sat down in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear, but that was too hard for her.  So she sat down in the chair of the Mid­dle-Sized Bear, but that was too soft for her.  And then­she sat down in the chair of the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear, and that was nei­ther too hard nor too soft, but just right.

So she seat­ed her­self in it and there she sat until the poor lit­tle chair broke into pieces and down she came — plump! — upon the ground.  Then Golid­locks went upstairs into the bed­room where the Three Bears slept.

First she laid down upon the bed of the Great, Huge Bear, but that bed was too hard.

Then she laid down on the bed of the Medi­um-Sized Bear, but that bed was too soft.

Final­ly, she laid down on the bed of the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear, and that was nei­ther too hard nor too soft.  It was just right!  So she cov­ered her­self up com­fort­able and lay there until she fell fast asleep.

By this time, the Three Bears thought that their por­ridge would be cool enough to eat, so they came home to have their break­fast.  But things were not how they had left them.

Look­ing into his bowl, the Great, Huge Bear said in his great, huge voice, “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN TASTING MY PORRIDGE!”

Then the Mid­dle-Sized Bear said in her mid­dle-sized voice, “Some­body has been tast­ing my por­ridge!”

And the Lit­tle, Wee Bear cried, “Some­body has been tast­ing my por­ridge, and has eat­en it all up!”

Then the Great, Huge Bear looked at his chair. “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!”

And the Mid­dle-Sized Bear said, “Some­body, has been sit­ting in my chair, too!”

And the poor Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear cried, “Some­body has been sit­ting in my chair, and has bro­ken it in pieces!”

Then the Three Bears thought that they should make a fur­ther search of the house, so they went upstairs into their bed­room.

Goldilocks had pulled the pil­low of the Great, Huge Bear out of its place.  “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LAYING IN MY BED!” said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great rough, gruff voice.

Fur­ther­more, Goldilocks had ruf­fled the cov­ers of the medi­um-sized bed.  “Some­body has been lay­ing in my bed too!” said the medi­um-sized bear.

When the Lit­tle, Small, Wee Bear looked at his bed, he saw Goldilocks fast asleep in his bed.  “Some­body has been sleep­ing in my bed, and here she is!”

Goldilocks has heard the voice of the Great, Huge Bear and the Medi­um-Sized Bear, but to her it was only as if she had heard some­one speak­ing in a dream.  But the lit­tle, small, wee voice of the lit­tle bear was so sharp and shrill that it woke her at once.

When she saw the Three Bear on one side of the bed, she tum­bled out the oth­er side and ran to the win­dow.  The win­dow was open, because the Three Bears, being good, tidy bears, always opened their bed­room win­dow in the morn­ing.  Out Goldilocks jumped and ran away as fast as she could run — nev­er look­ing behind her.  What hap­pened to her after­ward I can­not tell, but the Three Bears nev­er saw any­thing more of her.

The End