children fairy tale: Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Once upon a time, there was a little girl whom everyone called Goldilocks. “What a lovely child!” praised the newcomers to the town.
“You’re the only ones who think so,” the neighbors scoffed.
One morning, her mother asked Goldilocks to go to the neighboring village to buy muffins. “You must promise not to take a shortcut through the forest. I hear a big brown bear lives there.”
“I promise, I promise,” Goldilocks replied. But in truth, she was a naughty girl who always did as she pleased.
Deep in the forest, there was a beautiful house where a family of brown bears was sitting down to breakfast.
“Ouch!” roared the big, burly Papa Bear. “This porridge is scorching hot! It’s burning my tongue!”
“I can’t eat it either!” cried Baby Bear.
“It really is…” said Mama Bear. “It’s too hot.”
“I have an idea,” said Papa Bear. “Why don’t we go for a ride while the porridge cools down?”
“Great idea,” said Mama Bear happily. So the three bears hopped onto their rusty, battered old bike and rode off. Whoosh—
Before long, Goldilocks arrived at the bears’ house. She didn’t even knock on the door; she just walked right in. On the table were three bowls of delicious-smelling porridge. “It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault!” Goldilocks muttered as she picked up the largest bowl.
But the porridge was too hot! “Ouch!” She spat it out.
She tried the medium bowl next, but it was too cold.
Then she licked the porridge in the smallest bowl. It was neither too hot nor too cold—just right. Goldilocks loved it so much, she ate up all the porridge in the bowl.
Full and satisfied, Goldilocks thought it would be fun to look around the house. In no time, she noticed coarse brown fur everywhere. “They must have a cat,” she said to herself.
In the living room, there were three chairs. “It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault,” Goldilocks muttered as she climbed into the biggest chair, but it was too hard and uncomfortable.
She tried the medium chair. It was too soft. Goldilocks thought she might get stuck in it and never be able to get out.
Then she sat in the smallest chair. It was neither too hard nor too soft—just right. She loved it so much that she rocked back and forth until—crack! The chair broke to pieces.
Now Goldilocks was very tired. “I’ll take a nap,” she said. Upstairs, she found three beds.
“It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault,” she mumbled as she climbed into the biggest bed, but the headboard was too high. She tried the medium bed next, but the headboard was too low. Then she ran to the smallest bed. It was just right, comfortable and warm.
Soon, Goldilocks was sound asleep—she didn’t hear the three bears return home.
The hungry bears couldn’t believe their eyes when they walked into the dining room!
“Someone’s been eating my porridge!” roared Papa Bear.
“Someone’s been eating mine too!” cried Mama Bear.
“Someone’s eaten all my porridge!” said Baby Bear sadly.
In the living room, the bears were in for another surprise.
“Someone’s been sitting in my chair!” roared Papa Bear.
“Someone’s been sitting in mine too!” cried Mama Bear.
“Someone’s been sitting in my chair!” said Baby Bear sadly, “and it’s broken to pieces!”
The three bears tiptoed upstairs… They didn’t know what they would find…
“Look!” said Baby Bear sadly. “Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, and she’s still there!”
“Look here!” Papa Bear shouted. Goldilocks woke up, her eyes almost popping out of her head. Before the bears could demand an explanation, she slid out of bed, jumped out the window, and ran back home as fast as she could.
“Who was that girl?” asked Baby Bear.
“I can’t say,” said Mama Bear. “I hope we never see her again.”
And indeed, they never did.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
