The Goldilocks Project

Golidlocks and the Three Althletic Bears

By Joseph Ramirez

Once upon a time, there were three very fit bears who loved to work out and play sports. Papa Bear liked to play baseball. Mama Bear liked to play golf. And Baby Bear liked to play hockey.

One day, Mama Bear fixed them porridge and put it in three bowls on the table. They sat down and tasted their porridge. But it was too hot to eat.

"Let's all go for a brisk morning jog," said Papa Bear. "Then when we come back we can pump some iron in the gym, and do some aerobics. By then, the porridge will be just fine."

So Papa Bear propped his bat against the wall. Mama Bear propped her golf clubs against the wall. And Baby Bear propped his hockey stick against the wall. Then they put on their jogging outfits and jogged out the door.

Just then, Goldilocks (who, incidentally, played video games all day and wasn't in shape at all) came to their house. She walked in and saw the bowls of porridge sitting on the table.

She tried the first bowl. "This porridge is too hot!"

She tried the second bowl. "This porridge is too cold!"

She tried the third bowl. "This porridge is just right!"

So Goldilocks ate Baby Bears's porridge.

"Bleagh," she said. "I feel sick. That stuff was thick as wet concrete."

She got up from the table, clutching her stomach, then sat down on the floor and leaned against the golf bag. She wiggled a little to position herself comfortably on the golf clubs, then fell asleep.

An hour later, the three bears came back, feeling exhilarated from their morning exercise. But they were in for a surprise.

"Hey!" said Papa Bear, "Someone's been eating from my bowl!"

"Hey!" said Mama Bear, "Someone's been eating from my bowl!"

"Hey!" said Baby Bear, "Someone's been eating from my bowl, and it's all gone!"

Then they saw Goldilocks, who was still laid back on the golf bag.

"Grrraawr!" said Mama Bear, and she leapt over the table, picked up Papa Bear's bat and Baby Bear's stick and turned Goldilocks into a protein shake. Which just goes to show that you should never get between a Mama Bear and her clubs.