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Once upon a time a girl named Goldilocks lived in a house at the edge of the woods. In those days curls of hair were called "locks." She was "Goldilocks" because golden hair ran down her head and shoulders.
One morning Goldilocks was out for a walk when she came across a beautiful bird. She followed that bird right into the woods, where her mother had said many times she must never go. But Goldilocks didn’t think of that.
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Deeper and deeper into the woods she went. But where was the bird? It was nowhere to be seen. Goldilocks looked around. That's when she knew she was lost.
But a house was not far away. “I wonder who lives there,” she thought, "so deep into the woods." She went up and knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again. Still no answer. Goldilocks knocked a third time and the door opened. But no one was behind the door.
“Well, the door is already open,” said the girl. “So I may as well go in.”
Goldilocks smelled a wonderful smell, and soon knew why. On the table were three steaming bowls of oatmeal. All of a sudden she realized how very hungry she was.
What Goldilocks did not know, however, is that three bears lived in this house. In fact, that very morning the three bears had sat down to their bowls of oatmeal but the cereal was too hot. So they had decided to take a short walk. They said to each other, "By the time we return home our oatmeal will be perfect."
Gazing at the steaming bowls of oatmeal, Goldilocks thought, “I'm sure whoever lives here won’t mind if I take just one sip.
” She sat at the first chair and took a sip. “Ah!” she said, “it is too hot.”
She moved to the next bowl and took a sip. “Ah!” she said, “it is too cold.”
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She moved to the third bowl and took a sip. “It is just right!” And before she knew it, the oatmeal was all gone.
Goldilocks rubbed her tummy. “I'm full! I must find somewhere to sit that's more comfortable.”
She went to the living room. Three chairs were lined up in a row – one big chair, one medium-sized chair, and a wee little chair.
“I'm sure whoever lives here will not mind if I sit on just one chair,” said Goldilocks. She sat on the big chair, but it was too hard.
“The next chair looks good,” said Goldilocks. She moved to the medium-sized chair, but it was too soft.
“The wee little chair looks better,” said the girl. She sat on the little chair and it was just right! But when Goldilocks leaned back a bit, the chair broke into a dozen pieces.
She plopped right on the floor.
“Oh, no!” Goldilocks wailed. Then she yawned. There must be somewhere she could lie down for a short nap.
The girl saw a ladder and climbed it to an attic. In a row, three beds were lined up – one big bed, one medium-sized bed, and a wee little bed.
“I'm sure whoever lives here won’t mind if I lay down for just a short nap,” she said. She laid down on the big bed but it was too hard. She laid down on the medium-sized bed but it was too soft. The girl laid down on the wee little bed, and it was just right! As her head hit the pillow, Goldilocks was fast asleep.
Just then, the three bears came home from their walk. "Oh, my!" said Mama Bear. “Did either of you leave the front door open?”
“Not I,” said Papa Bear.
"Not I," said Little Bear.
Slowly the three bears stepped inside and looked around.
“Most odd!” said Papa Bear, seeing his spoon in his bowl.
“Someone has been eating my oatmeal!”
“Most odd indeed!” said Mama Bear, also seeing her spoon in her bowl. “Someone has been eating my oatmeal!”
“This is the most odd of all!” said Little Bear. “Someone has been eating my oatmeal and they ate it all up!”
The three bears were very surprised, as you can imagine. With care, they stepped into their living room.
“Do you think someone was sitting in my chair?” said Papa Bear.
“I know someone was sitting in my chair,” said Mama Bear, “because I can see the seat cushion is pushed down.”
“And I know someone was sitting in my chair!” said Little Bear. “Because it’s all broken!”
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The three bears were even more surprised at that! They climbed the ladder to their attic.
“Someone has been sleeping on my bed,” said Papa Bear, who could see that his blankets were moved.
“Someone has been sleeping on my bed, too,” said Mama Bear, who could also see that her blankets were moved.
“Someone has been sleeping on my bed,” said Little Bear. “And look - she is still there!”
Goldilocks bolted awake. Three bears were looming over her, and they did not look happy.
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“Oh my!” said Goldilocks, jumping out of bed. As quick as she could, she climbed down the ladder and ran out the front door.
Little Bear chased after her. "Wait, please!"
Goldilocks stopped and turned around.
"Tell me," said Little Bear, “Why did you come inside our house?”
“I guess I didn’t think–,“ said Goldilocks.
“And why did you eat my oatmeal?” said Little Bear.
“Well I guess I didn’t think–,“ said Goldilocks.
“And why did you break my chair and sleep in my bed?” said Little Bear.
“Well I guess I didn’t think about that, either,” said Goldilocks.
They were silent.
Goldilocks said, “I suppose I could have waited outside your door.
”
“We were coming right home,” said Mama Bear. "We might have invited you in if we knew you were hungry."
“I’m sorry about the chair,” said Goldilocks. “I guess you saw it broke.”
"Yep," said Mama Bear with a frown.
“I’m good at fixing things,” said Goldilocks, “If you have glue.”
“Of course we have glue!” said Papa Bear. “What kind of bears do you think we are?”
“I will make it up to you!” said Goldilocks.
“Come on in then, dear,” said Mama Bear.
“We'll start over,” said Papa Bear with a nod.
“Come in, come in!” said Little Bear, jumping up and down.
With smiles, they skipped together inside the Bear’s house.
Goldilocks And The Three Bears Story
Read to meRead myself
A nosy little girl. A house full of bears. What could possibly go wrong?
Goldilocks And The Three Bears is a classic fairytale about a young girl with golden hair who is very curious.
Goldilocks finds an empty house owned by three bears; Mama bear, Papa bear and Baby bear. Papa bear is the biggest bear, Mama bear is the middle-sized bear and the smallest bear is the baby.
Curiosity gets the best of her, and Goldilocks soon finds herself in trouble. She enters the bear house and sits on the bear chairs, tastes their porridge and finally curls up in the three bears' beds. When the bears return home to find Goldilocks napping in their house they are surprised and not very happy! In the end, Goldilocks and the three bears become friends and live happily ever after.
This story teaches kids about respect for other people's property, boundaries and sharing. This bear story is sure to bring a smile to everyone’s face! It’s an adventurous tale full of fun, laughter and bear hugs that kids are sure to enjoy. So cuddle up and enjoy the classic story of Goldilocks And The Three Bears!
Categories:Home, Bedtime Stories For Kids , Fairy tales
Read to meRead myself
A nosy little girl.
A house full of bears. What could possibly go wrong?
Goldilocks And The Three Bears is a classic fairytale about a young girl with golden hair who is very curious. Goldilocks finds an empty house owned by three bears; Mama bear, Papa bear and Baby bear. Papa bear is the biggest bear, Mama bear is the middle-sized bear and the smallest bear is the baby.
Curiosity gets the best of her, and Goldilocks soon finds herself in trouble. She enters the bear house and sits on the bear chairs, tastes their porridge and finally curls up in the three bears' beds. When the bears return home to find Goldilocks napping in their house they are surprised and not very happy! In the end, Goldilocks and the three bears become friends and live happily ever after.
This story teaches kids about respect for other people's property, boundaries and sharing. This bear story is sure to bring a smile to everyone’s face! It’s an adventurous tale full of fun, laughter and bear hugs that kids are sure to enjoy.
So cuddle up and enjoy the classic story of Goldilocks And The Three Bears!
Categories:Home, Bedtime Stories For Kids , Fairy tales
Beside a great forest was a meadow. In the meadow was a cottage. And in the cottage lived Mummy Bear, Daddy Bear and Little Baby Bear.
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.
One morning—as the sun rose over the meadow—Mummy and Daddy Bear were preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Little Baby Bear awoke, looked out the window and thundered down the stairs.
“Mummy… Daddy… look!” cried Little Baby Bear.
The baby bear pointed out of the window, where hundreds of fluttering butterflies filled the meadow.
Now, it is worth pointing out that—besides eating porridge—chasing butterflies was one of baby bear’s favourite things to do. And she didn’t get to do it often as the butterflies only came to the meadow in the springtime.
“Please, please, pleeeease can we go out before breakfast,” said baby bear, “There are so many butterflies, Mummy. More than I have ever seen. I simply must go out now. Oh, please can we go. Please!”
“Very well, dear,” said Mummy Bear.
“I shall just pour the porridge,’ said Daddy Bear, “so that it can cool and be the perfect temperature for when we return.”
Daddy Bear poured the porridge into the three bowls and carefully set them on the table. Then, with a clunk, the front door shut and the three bears strolled out into the meadow—leaving the cottage empty.
Close by lived a Woodman.
He had a beautiful daughter with golden shimmering hair that went by the name of Goldilocks. She was a sweet girl, but had an inquisitive nature that often landed her in a spot of bother.
Once, she had followed animal tracks in the forest and nearly been eaten by a wolf. 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.
Goldilocks was—as you can no doubt tell already—a very curious little girl.
On this particular morning, Goldilocks was running an errand for her father and came across the bears’ cottage.
“What a delightful little cottage,” she thought, “I wonder who lives here?”
Without a second thought, Goldilocks unlocked the garden gate, walked up the path and knocked at the front door.
Nobody answered.
Undeterred, she walked over to the window and peeped inside.
“Oh my,” she said, “look at those delicious bowls of steaming porridge. It seems such a dear shame that nobody is here to enjoy them. I shall simply have to eat the porridge and stop it going to waste.”
So Goldilocks opened the front door and went inside.
Before her was a roaring fire. In front of the fire stood a kitchen table. And on the table lay three bowls of steaming porridge, neatly in a row. 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.
First, Goldilocks sat in the big chair. It was much too big. So big, in fact, that her feet didn’t touch the floor. She lent forward, picked up the big spoon and tasted the porridge in the big bowl.
“Oh no!,” she exclaimed, “that is much too salty!”
Goldilocks then sat in the medium chair, picked up the medium spoon and tasted the porridge in the medium bowl.
“Oh no!,” she exclaimed, “that is much too bland!”
Finally, Goldilocks then sat in the little chair, picked up the little spoon and tasted the porridge in the little bowl.
“Ah yes!” she exclaimed, “this one is just right.”
Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound.
The seat of the little chair—which was much too small for Goldilocks—snapped under her weight. The little bowl flew high into the air and it’s contents landed with a soggy splat upon the wall.
“Ooops,” said Goldilocks, “Oh, well. I did have a good fill of porridge and it has made me very sleepy.”
Now tired, Goldilocks went upstairs.
In front of her stood three beds in a row—big, medium and little.
First, Goldilocks tried the big bed.
“Oh no!,” she exclaimed, “this bed is much too hard!”
So Goldilocks climbed out of the big bed—not taking any care to replace the sheets as she found them—and got into the medium bed.
“Oh no!,” she exclaimed, “this bed is much too soft!”
Goldilocks then climbed out of the medium bed—again, leaving the sheets strewn every which way—and got into the little bed.
“Ah yes!,” she exclaimed, “this one is just right.”
With that, Goldilocks yawned, pulled the covers up over herself and fell fast asleep.
Around twenty minutes passed and the three bears returned from their walk in the meadow.
“Good golly!” exclaimed Daddy Bear, ‘“what in the blazes has been going on in here? And who has been eating my porridge?”
He looked mightily angry.
Mummy Bear walked up to the table, lifted up her bowl and inspected it carefully.
“And who has been eating my porridge?” she growled through her large—and very sharp—clenched teeth.
“Mummy, Daddy, look!” cried Little Baby Bear, “my chair is broken, my bowl is empty and there is a great dollop of porridge on the wall.”
The three bears were incensed and set about the house at once to find the intruder. They inspected every inch of the downstairs looking for clues—but they found nothing.
“Follow me,” whispered Daddy Bear, making his way quietly across the hallway and up the stairs. When he reached the top, he stopped and stared at their three—usually very tidy—beds.
“Who has been lying in my bed?” roared Daddy Bear.
Mummy Bear quickly stepped forward, took a glimpse at her tumbled bedsheets and said,
“And who has been lying in my bed?”
Little Baby Bear looked at her bed—the very bed that Goldilocks was sleeping in.
“Daddy,” she whispered, “there is a little girl in my bed!”
“Ah ha!” he replied triumphantly, “this must be the beastly intruder.
I will gobble her up at once as punishment for her naughty disrespect.”
Goldilocks awoke with a start.
I think you may just agree that the sight of three hungry bears at the end of your bed is enough to give anyone the heebie-jeebies. And, let me tell you, Goldilocks was no different.
Quick as a whip she sprang up, jumped from the bed and skipped through the open window—before any of the bears could lay a paw on her.
Outside the window was a drainpipe.
Goldilocks grabbed the drainpipe with both hands, shimmied down it and then ran home as fast as her legs would carry her—while the bears looked on from the bedroom window.
Goldilocks arrived home—out of breath and sweaty from having run all the way.
“Goldilocks, my dear daughter,” said the Woodman, “did you collect the eggs from Mrs Brown’s farm as I asked?”
“No, Daddy, I got distracted.”
“Not again, Goldilocks,” sighed the Woodman, “whatever have you been up to this time?”
“I found an empty cottage, Daddy.
And it had three bowls of porridge on the table, so I went in and helped myself.”
“You did what?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am. I didn’t know that the bears lived there and promise I didn’t mean to break the chair or slop porridge on the wall.”
The Woodman looked at Goldilocks.
“I am very disappointed in you,” said the Woodman, “how do you propose to make amends for your thoughtlessness?”
Goldilocks was silent for a moment—deep in thought.
“Perhaps, Daddy,” she said at last, “I can write them a letter to say sorry. But I think baby bear would also like a new chair and I should replace the porridge oats that I ate.”
The Woodman smiled.
“Good idea,” he said.
~~~
In the days that followed, Goldilocks wrote her letter of apology and carefully carved a new chair for Baby Bear—with some help from her father. She also performed many chores around the house to earn enough pocket money to buy a brand new box of the finest porridge oats.
~~~
Once they were ready, Goldilocks gathered her things and set off—over the meadow—to The Three Bears’ cottage.
This time, she knocked at the door and waited patiently.
The door opened.
“You!” roared Daddy Bear.
Hearing this, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear came charging to the door at a furious pace.
“Gobble her up, Daddy,” cried the Baby Bear.
“Wait!” replied Goldilocks.
“I have come to say I’m sorry. I know what I did was wrong. I should never have come into your house uninvited and touched your things. I have written a letter to say how sorry I am, made a new chair for Baby Bear and brought you a box of your favourite porridge oats.”
The bears looked at each other.
“Dear girl,” said Mummy Bear, “this is a sweet gesture and we are happy to accept your apology.”
“Thank you,” replied Goldilocks.
~~~
I am very pleased to say that Goldilocks was not eaten by the bears.
She had indeed learned her lesson, repented for her thoughtlessness and—from that day forward—vowed to be kind and courteous to everyone she met.
And not just that.
Goldilocks and The Three Bears soon became the best of friends. They enjoyed many a spring morning together chasing butterflies, eating porridge and—as the story goes—they all lived happily ever after.
The End
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A Treasury of Classic Fairy Tales: Includes Pdf - Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Retelling a folk tale for free and without registration! Once upon a time there was a father bear, a mother bear and a baby bear. It is customary that bears live in dens, but this family settled in a beautiful tree house in the middle of the forest. It was small, but they lived in it very nicely.
As in any family, all the bears were different and used to live according to their own conveniences. Each of them had their own chair in the living room. Papa Bear sat in a wooden rocking chair by the fireplace. Mama bear is in an easy chair by the window. The baby bear had his own little chair next to the toy chest.
At night, all three bears slept in their own beds. Papa Bear had a big bed with a hard mattress. Mama bear loved to sleep in a medium sized bed with lots of soft pillows. The little teddy bear slept in a small crib, which was just right for him in length and breadth.
One morning daddy bear cooked porridge for his family for breakfast, poured it into three different bowls, and the bears sat down at the table to have breakfast.
Father, mother and son rarely agreed, but after tasting the porridge, they all agreed that it was too hot.
– Maybe we can take a walk while the porridge is getting cold? Dad suggested. We haven't been out with the whole family for a long time.
Mother bear and baby bear thought it was a wonderful idea, and together they went for a walk in the forest.
On the same day, a little girl from a nearby village was walking near their home. For her beautiful golden curls, she was nicknamed Goldilocks.
Surprisingly, Goldilocks did not meet the bears in the forest, although she reached their house shortly after they left. She had never seen such a home before. Goldilocks was a curious girl who loved to explore new places, so she knocked to ask to come in.
She knocked hard and was very surprised when the door swung open. The bears forgot to lock it behind them.
– Hey! Is there anyone at home? Goldilocks called, but only an echo came back.
Without waiting for an answer, Goldilocks decided to wander around the house.
The smell of fresh porridge led her to the kitchen, and the girl saw three bowls on the table.
– Porridge! My lovely! - she exclaimed.
On a walk, Goldilocks got so hungry that she completely forgot about decorum. She grabbed a spoon, tasted Papa Bear's porridge without asking, and immediately burned herself.
“Too hot,” Goldilocks said.
She moved over and scooped up some mama bear porridge. Her bowl was much closer to the window, and the porridge had cooled so much that it didn’t even taste like porridge.
“Too cold,” said Goldilocks.
She moved further and tried the baby bear's porridge. And she smiled, deciding that porridge should taste like this.
- That's it! - she said.
Goldilocks ate the baby bear's porridge clean and began looking for a place to rest. She walked into the living room and sat in Papa Bear's rocking chair. It was so hard that it hurt her to sit in it.
“Too harsh,” Goldilocks said.
She moved to the mama bear chair.
It was so soft that the girl almost drowned in it.
“Too soft,” said Goldilocks.
She didn't manage to get out of the bear's chair right away. And when it did work out, Goldilocks sat down in the little bear's chair, and it fit her.
- That's it! - the girl said happily.
As soon as she leaned back in her chair, it suddenly collapsed right under her. Before Goldilocks looked back, she was on the floor. She had never broken her chair and was very frightened.
“I must have overeaten the porridge,” the girl said.
There were no more comfortable chairs left, and Goldilocks decided to rest on the bed, especially since after a long day of walking she was not averse to taking a nap. The girl went to the bedroom and lay down on the bed of Papa Bear.
“Too hard,” she said.
Goldilocks jumped out of bed and climbed into the mother bear's bed. Like the chair, her bed was so soft that Goldilocks sank into it and barely got out.
“Too soft,” she said.
The only thing left in the bedroom is the baby bear's bed. Goldilocks sat down on her to make sure the bed would support her. Then she climbed under the covers and lay down comfortably.
– That’s the best… – she muttered, yawning, closed her eyes and immediately fell fast asleep.
Soon a family of bears returned from their walk. They rejoiced and rejoiced until they saw that the door of their house was wide open.
- Strange, I remember, I closed the door, - said the mother bear.
- Looks like we have uninvited guests! growled Papa Bear.
Bears rushed into the house. They first searched the kitchen, but found nothing out of the ordinary except for an empty porridge bowl.
- Someone ate my breakfast! - said the baby bear.
The bears then looked around the living room, but found only a broken armchair.
- Someone broke my chair! - the little bear cub sobbed.
Only the bedroom remains. Papa Bear released his claws and headed there, not knowing who he would find there.
