She lent forward, picked up the big spoon and tasted the porridge in the big bowl. So big, in fact, that her feet didn’t touch the floor. There was a big bowl, a medium bowl and a little bowl, each of which were accompanied by a matching chair and spoon-big, medium and little.įirst, Goldilocks sat in the big chair. And on the table lay three bowls of steaming porridge, neatly in a row. In front of the fire stood a kitchen table. So Goldilocks opened the front door and went inside.īefore her was a roaring fire.
I shall simply have to eat the porridge and stop it going to waste.” It seems such a dear shame that nobody is here to enjoy them. “Oh my,” she said, “look at those delicious bowls of steaming porridge. Undeterred, she walked over to the window and peeped inside. Without a second thought, Goldilocks unlocked the garden gate, walked up the path and knocked at the front door. “What a delightful little cottage,” she thought, “I wonder who lives here?” On this particular morning, Goldilocks was running an errand for her father and came across the bears’ cottage. Goldilocks was-as you can no doubt tell already-a very curious little girl. On another occasion, she picked up an egg from an eagle’s nest-never a good idea-and received a swift peck on the head when the bird returned. Once, she had followed animal tracks in the forest and nearly been eaten by a wolf. She was a sweet girl, but had an inquisitive nature that often landed her in a spot of bother. He had a beautiful daughter with golden shimmering hair that went by the name of Goldilocks. Then, with a clunk, the front door shut and the three bears strolled out into the meadow-leaving the cottage empty. “I shall just pour the porridge,’ said Daddy Bear, “so that it can cool and be the perfect temperature for when we return.”ĭaddy Bear poured the porridge into the three bowls and carefully set them on the table. “Please, please, pleeeease can we go out before breakfast,” said baby bear, “There are so many butterflies, Mummy. And she didn’t get to do it often as the butterflies only came to the meadow in the springtime. Now, it is worth pointing out that-besides eating porridge-chasing butterflies was one of baby bear’s favourite things to do. The baby bear pointed out of the window, where hundreds of fluttering butterflies filled the meadow. “Mummy… Daddy… look!” cried Little Baby Bear. Little Baby Bear awoke, looked out the window and thundered down the stairs.
One morning-as the sun rose over the meadow-Mummy and Daddy Bear were preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The bears each had their very own bed to sleep in, chair to sit on and bowl for eating their favourite of all things-porridge. And in the cottage lived Mummy Bear, Daddy Bear and Little Baby Bear.
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