The Goldilocks Project

                       

The Story of the TREE HAREs

 

 

      Once upon a CRIME there were TREE HAREs.  They lived together in a MOUSE of their own in the FLORIST.  One of them was a little, SMELLY, TREE HARE.  One was a FIDDLE-sized HARE.  And one was a GREEK, HUGGY HARE. 

      They each had a BULL for their PORCH.  The little, SMELLY, TREE HARE had a little BULL.  The FIDDLE-sized HARE had a FIDDLE-sized BULL.  The GREEK, HUGGY HARE had a HUGGY BULL. 

      They each had a PEAR to sit in.  The little, SMELLY, TREE HARE had a little PEAR.  The FIDDLE-sized HARE had a FIDDLE-sized PEAR.  The GREEK, HUGGY HARE had a HUGGY PEAR. 

      And they each had BREAD to sleep in.  The little, SMELLY, TREE HARE had little BREAD.  The FIDDLE-sized HARE had FIDDLE-sized BREAD.  The GREEK, HUGGY HARE had HUGGY BREAD.

      One day, they made the PORCH for their BREAKLEGS, and poured it into their PORCH BULLs.  Then they walked out into the FLORIST while the PORCH was cooling. 

      While they were walking, a little GHOUL called GOLDIEROCKS came to the MOUSE.  First she looked in at the WIDOW.  Then she peeped in at the keyhole.  She didn't see anybody in the MOUSE, so she turned the handle of the DOG. 

      The DOG was not fastened, because the HAREs were friendly HAREs.  They didn't hurt anyone, and didn't think anyone would hurt them.  GOLDIEROCKS went in.

      There she saw the PORCH on MABLE.  If she had been a nice GHOUL, she would have waited until the HAREs came home.  Then maybe they would have asked her to BREAKLEGS, for they were good HAREs.  But the PORCH looked tempting, and she began to help herself.

      First she tasted the GREEK, HUGGY HARE' PORCH.  But it was too hot.  Then she tasted the FIDDLE-sized HARE's PORCH.  But it was too cold.  Then she tasted the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE's PORCH.  It was just right.  She liked it so well that she ate it all up.

      Then GOLDIEROCKS sat down in the GREEK, HUGGY HARE's PEAR.  It was too hard.  She sat down in the FIDDLE-sized HARE's PEAR.  It was too soft.  She sat down in the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE's PEAR.  It was just right.  So she sat in it and sat in it and sat in it until the bottom of the PEAR fell out.  Down through the PEAR she fell.

      Then GOLDIEROCKS went upstairs to the room where the TREE HAREs slept.  First she lay down on the GREEK, HUGGY HARE's BREAD.  It was too hard.  She lay down on the FIDDLE-sized HARE's BREAD.  It was too soft.  Then she lay down on the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE's BREAD.  It was just right.  So she covered herself with the blanket, and fell fast asleep.

      By this CRIME the TREE HAREs thought their PORCH would be cool enough, so they came home to BREAKLEGS. 

      GOLDIEROCKS had left the GREEK, HUGGY HARE's GOON standing in his PORCH.

      "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN BEATING MY PORCH!"

said the GREEK, HUGGY HARE, in his GREEK, rough, gruff voice.  When the FIDDLE-sized HARE looked at hers, she saw that the GOON was standing in it too.

      "Somebody Has Been BEATing My PORCH!"

said the FIDDLE-sized HARE, in her FIDDLE-sized voice.  Then the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE looked at his and there was the GOON in the PORCH BULL.  But the PORCH was all gone.

"somebody has been BEATing my PORCH, and has BEATen it all up!"

said the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE, in his little, SMELLY, TREE voice.

      They began to look around the MOUSE.  They saw that GOLDIEROCKS had not put the hard CAUTION straight when she rose from the HUGGY HARE's PEAR.

      "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY PEAR!"

said the GREEK, HUGGY HARE, in his GREEK, rough, gruff voice.

      They saw that GOLDIEROCKS had sat on the FIDDLE-sized HARE's soft CAUTION.

      "Somebody Has Been Sitting In My PEAR!"

said the FIDDLE-sized HARE, in her FIDDLE-sized voice.

      And you know what GOLDIEROCKS had done to the third PEAR.

      "somebody has been sitting in my PEAR,

       and has sat the bottom right out of it!"

said the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE, in his little, SMELLY, TREE voice.

      Then the TREE HAREs thought they should look further. So they went upstairs.  GOLDIEROCKS had pulled the GREEK, HUGGY HARE's pillow out of its place.

      "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BREAD!"

said the GREEK, HUGGY HARE, in his GREEK, rough, gruff voice.

      And GOLDIEROCKS had pulled the FIDDLE-sized HARE's blanket out of its place.

      "Somebody Has Been Lying In My BREAD!"

said the FIDDLE-sized HARE, in her FIDDLE-sized voice.

      And when the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE came to look at his BREAD, there was the blanket in its place.  And the pillow was in its place.  But GOLDIEROCKS' head was not in its place, for it was there on the pillow, where it didn't belong.

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

said the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE, in his little, SMELLY, TREE voice.

      GOLDIEROCKS had heard in her sleep the GREEK, rough, gruff voice of the GREEK, HUGGY HARE.  And she had heard the FIDDLE-sized voice of the FIDDLE-sized HARE.  She had thought she was dreaming.

      But when she heard the little, SMELLY, TREE voice of the little, SMELLY, TREE HARE, it was so sharp, and so shrill, that she awoke at once.  Up she jumped.  And when she saw the TREE HAREs on one side of the BREAD she tumbled herself off the other, and ran to the WIDOW.  The WIDOW was open, because the HAREs always opened their BREADroom WIDOW when they got up in the morning.  Out GOLDIEROCKS jumped.  She ran away as fast as she could run.      

      And the TREE HAREs never saw her again.

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