The Goldilocks Project

                        

The Story of the Three Bears

 

 

      Once upon a time there were three bears.  They lived together in a house of their own in the forest.  One of them was a little, small, wee bear.  One was a middle-sized bear.  And one was a great, huge bear. 

      They each had a bowl for their porridge.  The little, small, wee bear had a little bowl.  The middle-sized bear had a middle-sized bowl.  The great, huge bear had a huge bowl. 

      They each had a chair to sit in.  The little, small, wee bear had a little chair.  The middle-sized bear had a middle-sized chair.  The great, huge bear had a huge chair. 

      And they each had a bed to sleep in.  The little, small, wee bear had a little bed.  The middle-sized bear had a middle-sized bed.  The great, huge bear had a huge bed.

      One day, they made the porridge for their breakfast, and poured it into their porridge bowls.  Then they walked out into the forest while the porridge was cooling. 

      While they were walking, a little girl called Goldenlocks came to the house.  First she looked in at the window.  Then she peeped in at the keyhole.  She didn't see anybody in the house, so she turned the handle of the door. 

      The door was not fastened, because the bears were friendly bears.  They didn't hurt anyone, and didn't think anyone would hurt them.  Goldenlocks went in.

      There she saw the porridge on the table.  If she had been a nice girl, she would have waited until the bears came home.  Then maybe they would have asked her to breakfast, for they were good bears.  But the porridge looked tempting, and she began to help herself.

      First she tasted the great, huge bear' porridge.  But it was too hot.  Then she tasted the middle-sized bear's porridge.  But it was too cold.  Then she tasted the little, small, wee bear's porridge.  It was just right.  She liked it so well that she ate it all up.

      Then Goldenlocks sat down in the great, huge bear's chair.  It was too hard.  She sat down in the middle-sized bear's chair.  It was too soft.  She sat down in the little, small, wee bear's chair.  It was just right.  So she sat in it and sat in it and sat in it until the bottom of the chair fell out.  Down through the chair she fell.

      Then Goldenlocks went upstairs to the room where the three bears slept.  First she lay down on the great, huge bear's bed.  It was too hard.  She lay down on the middle-sized bear's bed.  It was too soft.  Then she lay down on the little, small, wee bear's bed.  It was just right.  So she covered herself with the blanket, and fell fast asleep.

      By this time the three bears thought their porridge would be cool enough, so they came home to breakfast. 

      Goldenlocks had left the great, huge bear's spoon standing in his porridge.

 

      "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN EATING MY PORRIDGE!"

 

said the great, huge bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.  When the middle-sized bear looked at hers, she saw that the spoon was standing in it too.

 

      "Somebody Has Been Eating My Porridge!"

said the middle-sized bear, in her middle-sized voice.  Then the little, small, wee bear looked at his and there was the spoon in the porridge bowl.  But the porridge was all gone.

 

"somebody has been eating my porridge, and has eaten it all up!"

 

said the little, small, wee bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

 

      They began to look around the house.  They saw that Goldenlocks had not put the hard cushion straight when she rose from the huge bear's chair.

 

      "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!"

 

said the great, huge bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.

      They saw that Goldenlocks had sat on the middle-sized bear's soft cushion.

 

      "Somebody Has Been Sitting In My Chair!"

 

said the middle-sized bear, in her middle-sized voice.

      And you know what Goldenlocks had done to the third chair.

 

      "somebody has been sitting in my chair,

       and has sat the bottom right out of it!"

 

said the little, small, wee bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

 

      Then the three bears thought they should look further. So they went upstairs.  Goldenlocks had pulled the great, huge bear's pillow out of its place.

 

      "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!"

 

said the great, huge bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.

      And Goldenlocks had pulled the middle-sized bear's blanket out of its place.

 

      "Somebody Has Been Lying In My Bed!"

 

said the middle-sized bear, in her middle-sized voice.

      And when the little, small, wee bear came to look at his bed, there was the blanket in its place.  And the pillow was in its place.  But Goldenlocks' head was not in its place, for it was there on the pillow, where it didn't belong.

 

      "somebody has been lying in my bed--and here she is!"

 

said the little, small, wee bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

      Goldenlocks had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice of the great, huge bear.  And she had heard the middle-sized voice of the middle-sized bear.  She had thought she was dreaming.

      But when she heard the little, small, wee voice of the little, small, wee bear, it was so sharp, and so shrill, that she awoke at once.  Up she jumped.  And when she saw the three bears on one side of the bed she tumbled herself off the other, and ran to the window.  The window was open, because the bears always opened their bedroom window when they got up in the morning.  Out Goldenlocks jumped.  She ran away as fast as she could run.      

      And the three bears never saw her again.