The three little bears
The real story
Once upon THE time, I was taking a walk in the forest, looking for some berries because I was so hungry. Before I knew it, I came across the cutest little house that I ever did see. I decided to knock on the door to see who in the world would live in this unique house. When no one answered, I walked in because I thought that nobody lived in it for many years.
When I walked in I saw that I was in the kitchen. In the middle of the kitchen was a round table with three chairs. There was a three bowls of porridge, one for each chair. After that long walk I had earned a nice bowl of porridge so I tasted the porridge from the first bowl.
“This porridge is to hotâ€Â, I said burning my tongue.
I tried the next bowl.
“This porridge is two cold,†I exclaimed shivering.
So then I tasted the third bowl, on the verge of thinking that they wanted me to be sick.
Ahhh, this porridge is just right,†I said remembering how hungry I was.
Before I knew it, the bowl was empty.
After I’d finished eating I started feeling so tired, so I walked until I found the living room. There I saw three chairs. I sat in the first chair wanting to rest my feet.
"This chair is too big!" I struggled to say when the chair almost ate me up.
So I tried out the second chair.
"This chair is too big, too!" I whined dangling my feet, feet from the ground.
So I tried the last chair.
"Ahhh, this chair is just right," I sighed happily, but just as I settled down into the chair to rest, it broke into too many pieces to count!
Now I was very tired so I went upstairs to the bedroom. I lay down in the first bed, but it was too hard that it already started to make my back hurt. Then I lay in the second bed, but this one was too soft that my neck had no support. Then I lay down in the third bed and it was just right. I then heard the door open. I pretended to be asleep while listening.
"Someone's been eating my porridge," growled a deep voice.
"Someone's been eating my porridge," said a girly voice.
"Someone's been eating my porridge and they ate it all up!" cried a baby voice.
I felt so bad for eating the baby’s porridge.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair," growled the same deep voice.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair," said the voice that was girly.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair and they've broken it all to pieces," cried the Baby voice.
I felt so bad for breaking the baby’s chair. Then I heard them coming up stairs so I made sure to keep my eyes closed when I saw three bears coming up the stairs
What must’ve been the Papa bear growled, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed,"
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the Mama bear.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and she's still there!" exclaimed the Baby bear.
Just then, I opened my eyes and saw the three bears staring at me angrily. I screamed, "Help!" And I jumped up and ran out of the room. I ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest and I never returned to the home of the three bears again even though I wanted to say sorry to the baby bear.
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