There once was a girl with long golden hair, who went for a stroll to get some fresh air. She skipped and she whistled, enjoying the sun, picking flowers and having such fun. The rain started pouring, the sky filled with thunder. She searched for a place where she could take cover. And that's when she saw it, a cottage nearby. A place she could go to stay warm and dry. Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa She entered and called, "Is anyone home?" But the cottage was empty, for she was alone. She noticed the chairs near the fire so cozy, large, medium, small. And because she was nosey she sat in a chair, and without much regard, she determined the largest chair was too hard. But the medium chair was too soft for her liking. The small one, however, much more satisfying. Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa She said to herself, "Wow! This chair is just right! Whoever sits here must be just my same height." Alas, the small chair was a bit too unsturdy. It shattered to pieces, at least twenty or thirty. She heard a large grumble come from her tummy. This adventure had left poor Goldie Locks hungry. Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa That's when she noticed three bowls on the table, complete with three spoons. And so she was able to taste each bowl of porridge. The large was too hot. But the medium bowl was too cold, Goldie thought. She tried the small bowl and it was just right. She ate the whole thing. Every last bite. Then suddenly Goldie was feeling quite tired. A soft place to sleep is what she required. Finding three beds nearby, small, medium, large, she thought a quick nap would help her recharge. So she climbed in the big bed, too big and too lumpy. The medium bed was too hard and uncomfy. But the little bed seemed to feel just right, and as her eyes closed she whispered, "Good night." But she didn't know those beds, bowls, and chairs belonged to a family of three: The Three Bears! The bears had come home and to their dismay, their home had been left in such disarray. "Someone sat in my chair!", Daddy Bear said, "And tasted my porridge, and slept in my bed!" Mommy Bear said, "Someone sat in mine too! My porridge and bed had been touched just like you." But to poor Baby Bear the most damage was done. His chair had been broken. His porridge was gone. He cried out with a tear, "This just isn't fair!" Then he checked his small bed and someone was there. Tucked under the covers, not making a peep, was a beautiful golden-haired girl fast asleep. She dreamed to herself, "Oh, this dream is just right! I could sleep here forever, or at least for tonight." Goldie sleepily opened her eyes and she saw three bears with big teeth! Three bears with big claws! She screamed and she leapt from the bed to the floor, ran past the bears, and out the front door. Daddy Bear growled, "This should teach her a lesson. Golden haired girls are a delicatessen." So the moral if it's not your bowl, bed, or chair, please don't touch it. It might just belong to a bear. Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa Baby Joy Joy!
