Goldilocks and the Three Bears

There was once a little girl whose hair was so bright and yellow that it glittered in the sun like gold. And for this reason, everyone in the town called her Goldilocks.

One day, Goldilocks decided to head out into the giant garden to pick some flowers. Her mother asked her not to go too far or any further than the edge of the garden.

Goldilocks made a promise to her mummy and began walking through the garden. Goldilocks walked on and on picking flowers and singing songs to herself.

After a while, she came upon a dark and cold forest that Goldilocks had never seen before. Ignoring her mother’s request, she made her way in.

Thoughts dazzled around Goldilock’s mind asking the question “How is it I have never seen this place before?”, when she came upon a little house. Hoping the good people inside would give her a drink and help her find a way back home, Goldilocks knocked on the front door.

Now, though Goldilocks did not know it, this house belonged to three bears. There was a great, big father bear, and a medium-sized mother bear, and a dear little baby bear – no bigger than Goldilocks herself. While their breakfast was cooling, the three bears had decided to go out for a walk, so no one answered the door for Goldilocks.

She waited awhile and then she knocked again, and still nobody answered. Again, ignoring all of her mother’s warnings, Goldilocks pushed the door open and stepped inside.

There in a row stood three chairs. One was a great, big chair – it belonged to the father bear, who was nowhere to be seen. And one was a medium-sized chair – it belonged to the mother bear, who also seemed to be missing. Lastly, there was a tiny little chair that belonged to the baby bear. And on the table stood three bowls of smoking hot porridge. “Hmmm,” thought Goldilocks, “the people must be coming back soon to eat it soon”

Golidlocks thought she would sit down and rest until they came home. First, she sat down in the great, big chair, but the cushion was too soft. It seemed as though it would swallow her up. Then she sat down in the medium-sized chair, and the cushion was too hard and was far too uncomfortable. Then she sat down in the tiny little rocking chair, it was just right, a perfect fit! As though it had been made just for her. So there she sat, and she rocked and she rocked, and she sat and she sat, until bam! The bottom fell right out of it!

And still nobody had come home. Meanwhile, there stood the bowls of porridge on the table. “They can’t be very hungry people,” thought Goldilocks to herself, “or they would come home to eat their porridge.” And she went over to the table just to see whether the bowls were full.

The first bowl was a great, big bowl with a great, big wooden spoon in it, and that was the father bear’s bowl. The second bowl was a middle-sized bowl, with a middle-sized wooden spoon in it, and that was the mother bear’s bowl. And the third bowl was a dear little bowl, with a dear little silver spoon in it, and that was the baby bear’s bowl.

The porridge smelled oh-so-very-good, so much so that Goldilocks thought she would just give it a little taste.

She took up the great, big spoon, and tasted the porridge in the great, big bowl, but it was too hot. Then she took up the middle-sized spoon, tasted the porridge in the middle-sized bowl, but it was too cold. Then she took up the little silver spoon and tasted the porridge in the dear little bowl, and it was just right. It tasted so good that she tasted and tasted, and tasted and tasted until she ate it all up!

The delicious bowl of porridge made Goldilocks very tired, so she went upstairs and looked around. She found three beds all lined up in a row. The first bed was a great, big bed that belonged to the father bear. The second bed was a middling-sized bed that belonged to the mother bear, and the third bed was a dear little bed that belonged to the dear little baby bear.

Goldilocks lay down on the great, big bed, but the pillow was too high, and she wasn’t comfortable at all.

Then she lay down on the middle-sized bed, and the pillow was too low, and that wasn’t comfortable either.

Then she lay down on the little baby bear’s bed and it was exactly right, and so very comfortable that she lay there until she fell fast asleep.

While Goldilocks was still asleep in the little bed, the three bears finally came home. As soon as they stepped inside the door and looked around, they knew that somebody had been there.

“SOMEBODY’S BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR,” growled the father bear in his great, big voice, “AND LEFT THE CUSHION CROOKED.”

“And somebody’s been sitting in my chair,” said the mother bear, “and left it standing crooked.”

“And somebody’s been sitting in my chair,” squeaked the baby bear, in his tiny little voice, “and they’ve broken it to bits!”.

Then the three bears went over to the table to get their porridge.

“WHAT’S THIS!” growled the father bear, in his great, big voice, “SOMEBODY’S BEEN TASTING MY PORRIDGE, AND LEFT THE SPOON ON THE TABLE.”

“And somebody’s been tasting my porridge,” said the mother bear in her middle-sized voice, “and they’ve splashed it over the side.”

“And somebody’s been tasting my porridge,” squealed the baby bear, “and they’ve eaten it all up.” And when he said so the baby bear looked as if he were about to cry.

“If somebody’s been here, they may still be here,” said the mother bear. So the three bears went upstairs to look.

First, the father bear looked at his bed. “SOMEBODY’S BEEN LYING ON MY BED AND PULLED THE COVERS DOWN,” he growled in his great big voice.

Then the mother bear looked at her bed. “Somebody’s been lying on my bed and pulled the pillow off,” she said in her middle-sized voice.

Then the baby bear looked at his bed. There lay little Goldilocks with her cheeks as pink as roses, and her golden hair all spread over the pillow.

“Somebody’s been lying in my bed,” squeaked the baby bear joyfully, “and she is still here!”

Now when Goldilocks in her dreams heard the great big father bear’s voice she dreamed it was thunder rolling through the sky.

And when she heard the mother bear’s middle-sized voice she dreamed it was the wind blowing through the trees.

But when she heard the baby bear’s voice it was so tiny and squeaky that it woke her up right away. She sat up in bed and there were the three bears standing around and looking at her.

“Oh, my goodness me!” cried Goldilocks. She tumbled out of bed and ran to the window. It was open, and out she jumped before the bears could stop her. Then home she ran as fast as she could, and she never went near the forest again.

The entire way home Goldilocks thought of the lessons her mum and dad had taught her and promised herself to never go against them again.