“Somebody has been lying in my bed, and here she is!” Said the little, small wee bear, in his little, small wee voice. “Somebody has been lying in my bed!” said the middle bear, in his middle voice.Īnd when the little, small, wee bear came to look at his bed, upon the pillow there was a pool of golden curls, and the angelic face of a little girl snoring away, fast asleep. “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!” said the great, huge bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. Then the three bears went upstairs into their bedroom. “Somebody has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!” said the little, small wee bear, in his little, small wee voice. Then the little, small wee bear looked at his, and there was the spoon in the porridge pot, but the porridge was all gone. “Somebody has been at my porridge!” said the middle bear, in his middle voice. “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY PORRIDGE!” said the great huge bear, in his great huge voice. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there until she fell fast asleep.īy this time, the three bears thought their porridge would be cool enough, so they came home to breakfast. Then Goldilocks went upstairs into the bed chamber and first she lay down upon the bed of the great, huge bear, and then she lay down upon the bed of the middle bear and finally she lay down upon the bed of the little, small wee bear, and that was just right. And that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right and she liked it so well, that she ate it all up. And then she went to the porridge of the little, small wee bear, and tasted that. And then she tasted the porridge of the middle bear, and that was too cold for her. First she tasted the porridge of the great, huge bear, and that was far too hot for her. This little girl had golden curls that tumbled down her back to her waist, and everyone called her by Goldilocks. And while they were walking, a little girl came into the house. One day, after they had made porridge for their breakfast, they walked out into the wood while the porridge was cooling. One of them was a little, small wee bear one was a middle-sized bear, and the other was a great, huge bear. Once upon a time there were three bears, who lived together in a house of their own in a wood.
Mother Bear tried consoling him but she too felt sad and angry looking at the mess.Picture by Bertie - a retake of the classic illustration by Walter Crane.īased on the Charming version by the Victorian writer Andrew Lang. He burst out in tears calling out to his parents, “Mummy, Daddy! Someone ate all our porridge and broke my chair too.”. Baby Bear, who was tired and hungry, rushed to the table to eat his porridge. Father Bear asked, “Mother Bear, how is the door ajar? Didn’t we lock it before leaving?” They looked at each other in confusion. Goldilocks fell fast asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.Īfter a while, three bears entered the hut. She then went on to the next bed but this one was hard. She lied down on the first bed but it was too long. Goldilocks then went upstairs, further exploring the place. The chair broke and Goldilocks hurt herself. She went and sat on the smallest one but could not fit into it. Goldilocks falling and breaking Baby Bear’s chairĪfter that, she walked around looking for a place to rest. She did not know where she was and could not recognise her way back. Very soon she realised that she had lost her way. She kept following the bird and running behind it. She indeed walked into the forest and heard a beautiful bird singing. But naughty Goldilocks never listened to her elders. One day, her mother sent her out for some work and strictly told her not to go into the forest. She was always up to some tricks or mischiefs. She had golden hair like sun rays and so she was called Goldilocks. Once upon a time, there was a naughty girl named Goldilocks. Come let’s read the Goldilocks and the Three Bears story with pictures. Being kind and forgiving is an important virtue. However, they did not harm the accused and later forgave her. A similar situation occurred with a bear family and they too were upset. Wouldn’t you be very angry and sad? Although you are right about feeling angry in such a situation, you should not harm the cat but rather forgive it.
Imagine your mother prepared your favourite food for lunch and while you were studying, a cat quietly crept in and ate away all your food.
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