The Story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears

The  Story  of  Goldilocks  and  the  Three  Bears

Once  upon  a  time  there  were  three  bears  who  lived  in  a  house  in  the  forest.  Therewas  a  great  big  father  bear,  a  middle-sized  mother  bear  and  a  tiny  baby  bear.

One  morning,  their  breakfast  porridge  was  too  hot  to  eat,  so  they  decided  to  go  for  a  walk  in  the  forest.  While  they  were  out,  a  little  girl  called  Goldilocks  came  through  the  trees  and  found  their  house.  She  knocked  on  the  door  and,  as  there  was  no  answer,  she  pushed  it  open  and  went  inside.

In  front  of  her  was  a  table  with  three  chairs,  one  large  chair,  one  middle-sized  chair  and  one  small  chair.  On  the  table  were  three  bowls  of  porridge,  one  large  bowl,  one  middle-sized  bowl  and  one  small  bowl  –  and  three  spoons.

Goldilocks  was  hungry  and  the  porridge  looked  good,  so  she  sat  in  the  great  big  chair,  picked  up  the  large  spoon  and  tried  some  of  the  porridge  from  the  big  bowl.  But  the  chair  was  very  big  and  very  hard,  the  spoon  was  heavy  and  the  porridge  too  hot.

Goldilocks  jumped  off  quickly  and  went  over  to  the  middle-sized  chair.  But  this  chair  was  far  too  soft,  and  when  she  tried  the  porridge  from  the  middle-sized  bowl  it  was  too  cold.  So  she  went  over  to  the  little  chair  and  picked  up  the  smallest  spoon  and  tried  some  of  the  porridge  from  the  tiny  bowl.

This  time  it  was  neither  too  hot  nor  too  cold.  It  was  just  right  and  so  delicious  that  she  ate  it  all  up.  But  she  was  too  heavy  for  the  little  chair  and  it  broke  in  pieces  under  her  weight.

Next  Goldilocks  went  upstairs,  where  she  found  three  beds.  There  was  a  great  big  bed,  a  middle-sized  bed  and  a  tiny  little  bed.  By  now  she  was  feeling  rather  tired.  so  she  climbed  into  the  big  bed  and  lay  down.  The  big  bed  was  very  hard  and  far  too  big.  Then  she  tried  the  middle-sized  bed,  but  that  was  far  too  soft.  so  she  climbed  into  the  tiny  little  bed.  It  was  neither  too  hard  nor  too  soft.  In  fact,  it  felt  just  right,  all  cosy  and  warm.  and  in  no  tine  at  all  Goldilocks  fell  fast  asleep.

In  a  little  while,  the  three  bears  came  back  from  their  walk  in  the  forest.  They  saw  at  once  that  pushed  open  the  door  of  their  house  and  Father  Bear  looked  around.  then  roared  with  a  growly  voice.

Mother  Bear  said  in  a  quiet  gentle  voice.

"Somebody  has  been  sitting  in  my  chair.

Then  Little  Bear  said  in  small  squeaky  baby  voice.

"Somebody  has  been  sitting  in  my  chair  and  nas  broken  it!"

Then  Father  Bear  looked  at  his  bowl  of  porridge  and  saw  the  spoon  in  it  and  he  said  in  his  great  big  growly  voice,

"SOMEBODY  HAS  BEEN  EATING  MY  PORRIDGE"

Then  Mother  Bear  saw  that  her  bowl  had  a  spoon  in  it,  and  said  in  her  quiet  voice.

"Somebody  has  been  eating  my  porridge  Little  Bear  looked  at  his  porridge  bowl  and  said  in  his  small  squeaky  baby  voice,

"Somebody  has  been  eating  my  porridge,  and  has  eaten  it  all  up:-

Then  the  three  bears  went  upstairs,  and  Father  Bear  saw  at  once  that  his  bed  was  untidy,  and  he  said  in  his  great  big  growly  voice,

"SOMEBODY  HAS  BEEN  SLEEPING  IN  MY  BED!"

Mother  Bear  saw  that  her  bed,  too,  had  the  bedclothes  turned  back,  and  she  said  in  her  quiet  gentle  voice,

"Somebody  has  been  sleeping  in  my  bed!"

Then  Little  Bear  looked  at  his  bed  and  said  in  his  small  squeaky  baby  voice,

"Somebody  is  sleeping  in  my  bed!"

He  squeaked  so  loudly  that  Goldilocks  woke  up  with  a  start.  She  jumped  out  of  bed,  and  away  she  ran,  down  the  stairs  and  out  into  the  forest.  And  the  three  bears  never  saw  her  again.

Robert  Southey

The Story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears

The  Story  of  Goldilocks  and  the  Three  Bears

Once  upon  a  time,  there  was  a  little  girl  named  Goldilocks.    She    went  for  a  walk  in  the  forest.    Pretty  soon,  she  came  upon  a  house.    She  knocked  and,  when  no  one  answered,  she  walked  right  in.

At  the  table  in  the  kitchen,  there  were  three  bowls  of  porridge.    Goldilocks  was  hungry.    She  tasted  the  porridge  from  the  first  bowl.

"This  porridge  is  too  hot!"  she  exclaimed.

So,  she  tasted  the  porridge  from  the  second  bowl.

"This  porridge  is  too  cold,"  she  said

So,  she  tasted  the  last  bowl  of  porridge.

"Ahhh,  this  porridge  is  just  right,"  she  said  happily  and  she  ate  it  all  up.

After  she'd  eaten  the  three  bears'  breakfasts  she  decided  she  was  feeling  a  little  tired.    So,  she  walked  into  the  living  room  where  she  saw  three  chairs.    Goldilocks  sat  in  the  first  chair  to  rest  her  feet.  

"This  chair  is  too  big!"  she  exclaimed.

So  she  sat  in  the  second  chair.

"This  chair  is  too  big,  too!"    she  whined.

So  she  tried  the  last  and  smallest  chair.

"Ahhh,  this  chair  is  just  right,"  she  sighed.    But  just  as  she  settled  down  into  the  chair  to  rest,  it  broke  into  pieces!

Goldilocks  was  very  tired  by  this  time,  so  she  went  upstairs  to  the  bedroom.    She  lay  down  in  the  first  bed,  but  it  was  too  hard.    Then  she  lay  in  the  second  bed,  but  it  was  too  soft.    Then  she  lay  down  in  the  third  bed  and  it  was  just  right.    Goldilocks  fell  asleep.

As  she  was  sleeping,  the  three  bears  came  home.

"Someone's  been  eating  my  porridge,"  growled  the  Papa  bear.

"Someone's  been  eating  my  porridge,"  said  the  Mama  bear.

"Someone's  been  eating  my  porridge  and  they  ate  it  all  up!"  cried  the  Baby  bear.

"Someone's  been  sitting  in  my  chair,"  growled  the  Papa  bear.

"Someone's  been  sitting  in  my  chair,"  said  the  Mama  bear.

"Someone's  been  sitting  in  my  chair  and  they've  broken  it  all  to  pieces,"  cried  the  Baby  bear.

They  decided  to  look  around  some  more  and  when  they  got  upstairs  to  the  bedroom,  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  Baby  bear.

Just  then,  Goldilocks  woke  up  and  saw  the  three  bears.    She  screamed,  "Help!"    And  she  jumped  up  and  ran  out  of  the  room.    Goldilocks  ran  down  the  stairs,  opened  the  door,  and  ran  away  into  the  forest.    And  she  never  returned  to  the  home  of  the  three  bears.

Little Red Riding Hood

Little  Red  Riding  Hood

Once  upon  a  time  there  was  a  dear  little  girl  who  was  loved  by  everyone  who  looked  at  her,  but  most  of  all  by  her  grandmother,  and  there  was  nothing  that  she  would  not  have  given  to  the  child.  Once  she  gave  her  a  little  riding  hood  of  red  velvet,  which  suited  her  so  well  that  she  would  never  wear  anything  else;  so  she  was  always  called  'Little  Red  Riding  Hood.'

          One  day  her  mother  said  to  her:  'Come,  Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  here  is  a  piece  of  cake  and  a  bottle  of  wine;  take  them  to  your  grandmother,  she  is  ill  and  weak,  and  they  will  do  her  good.  Set  out  before  it  gets  hot,  and  when  you  are  going,  walk  nicely  and  quietly  and  do  not  run  off  the  path,  or  you  may  fall  and  break  the  bottle,  and  then  your  grandmother  will  get  nothing;  and  when  you  go  into  her  room,  don't  forget  to  say,  "Good  morning",  and  don't  peep  into  every  corner  before  you  do  it.'

          'I  will  take  great  care,'  said  Little  Red  Riding  Hood  to  her  mother,  and  gave  her  hand  on  it.

          The  grandmother  lived  out  in  the  wood,  half  a  league  from  the  village,  and  just  as  Little  Red  Riding  Hood  entered  the  wood,  a  wolf  met  her.  Red  Riding  Hood  did  not  know  what  a  wicked  creature  he  was,  and  was  not  at  all  afraid  of  him.

          'Good  day,  Little  Red  Riding  Hood,'  said  he.

          'Thank  you  kindly,  wolf.'

          'Whither  away  so  early,  Little  Red  Riding  Hood?'

          'To  my  grandmother's.'

          'What  have  you  got  in  your  apron?'

          'Cake  and  wine;  yesterday  was  baking-day,  so  poor  sick  grandmother  is  to  have  something  good,  to  make  her  stronger.'

          'Where  does  your  grandmother  live,  Little  Red  Riding  Hood?'

          'A  good  quarter  of  a  league  farther  on  in  the  wood;  her  house  stands  under  the  three  large  oak-trees,  the  nut-trees  are  just  below;  you  surely  must  know  it,'  replied  Little  Red  Riding  Hood.


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          The  wolf  thought  to  himself:  'What  a  tender  young  creature!  what  a  nice  plump  mouthful  -  she  will  be  better  to  eat  than  the  old  woman.  I  must  act  craftily,  so  as  to  catch  both.'

          So  he  walked  for  a  short  time  by  the  side  of  Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  and  then  he  said:  'See,  Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  how  pretty  the  flowers  are  about  here  -  why  do  you  not  look  round?  I  believe,  too,  that  you  do  not  hear  how  sweetly  the  little  birds  are  singing;  you  walk  gravely  along  as  if  you  were  going  to  school,  while  everything  else  out  here  in  the  wood  is  merry.'

          Little  Red  Riding  Hood  raised  her  eyes,  and  when  she  saw  the  sunbeams  dancing  here  and  there  through  the  trees,  and  pretty  flowers  growing  everywhere,  she  thought:  'Suppose  I  take  grandmother  a  fresh  nosegay;  that  would  please  her  too.  It  is  so  early  in  the  day  that  I  shall  still  get  there  in  good  time.'

          So  she  ran  from  the  path  into  the  wood  to  look  for  flowers.  And  whenever  she  had  picked  one,  she  fancied  that  she  saw  a  still  prettier  one  farther  on,  and  ran  after  it,  and  so  got  deeper  and  deeper  into  the  wood.

          Meanwhile  the  wolf  ran  straight  to  the  grandmother's  house  and  knocked  at  the  door.

          'Who  is  there?'

          'Little  Red  Riding  Hood,'  replied  the  wolf.  'She  is  bringing  cake  and  wine;  open  the  door.'

          'Lift  the  latch,'  called  out  the  grandmother,  'I  am  too  weak,  and  cannot  get  up.'

          The  wolf  lifted  the  latch,  the  door  sprang  open,  and  without  saying  a  word  he  went  straight  to  the  grandmother's  bed,  and  devoured  her.  Then  he  put  on  her  clothes,  dressed  himself  in  her  cap,  laid  himself  in  bed  and  drew  the  curtains.

          Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  however,  had  been  running  about  picking  flowers,  and  when  she  had  gathered  so  many  that  she  could  carry  no  more,  she  remembered  her  grandmother,  and  set  out  on  the  way  to  her.

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          She  was  surprised  to  find  the  cottage-door  standing  open,  and  when  she  went  into  the  room,  she  had  such  a  strange  feeling  that  she  said  to  herself:  'Oh  dear!  how  uneasy  I  feel  today,  and  at  other  times  I  like  being  with  grandmother  so  much.'  She  called  out:  'Good  morning,'  but  received  no  answer;  so  she  went  to  the  bed  and  drew  back  the  curtains.  There  lay  her  grandmother  with  her  cap  pulled  far  over  her  face,  and  looking  very  strange.

          'Oh!  grandmother,'  she  said,  'what  big  ears  you  have!'

          'All  the  better  to  hear  you  with,  my  child,'  was  the  reply.

          'But,  grandmother,  what  big  eyes  you  have!'  she  said.

          'All  the  better  to  see  you  with,  my  dear.'

          'But,  grandmother,  what  large  hands  you  have!'

          'All  the  better  to  hug  you  with.'

          'Oh!  but,  grandmother,  what  a  terrible  big  mouth  you  have!'

          'All  the  better  to  eat  you  with!'

          And  scarcely  had  the  wolf  said  this,  than  with  one  bound  he  was  out  of  bed  and  swallowed  up  Red  Riding  Hood.

          When  the  wolf  had  appeased  his  appetite,  he  lay  down  again  in  the  bed,  fell  asleep  and  began  to  snore  very  loud.

          The  huntsman  was  just  passing  the  house,  and  thought  to  himself:  'How  the  old  woman  is  snoring!  I  must  just  see  if  she  wants  anything.'  So  he  went  into  the  room,  and  when  he  came  to  the  bed,  he  saw  that  the  wolf  was  lying  in  it.

          'Do  I  find  you  here,  you  old  sinner!'  said  he.  'I  have  long  sought  you!'  But  just  as  he  was  going  to  fire  at  him,  it  occurred  to  him  that  the  wolf  might  have  devoured  the  grandmother,  and  that  she  might  still  be  saved,  so  he  did  not  fire,  but  took  a  pair  of  scissors,  and  began  to  cut  open  the  stomach  of  the  sleeping  wolf.

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          When  he  had  made  two  snips,  he  saw  the  little  red  riding  hood  shining,  and  then  he  made  two  snips  more,  and  the  little  girl  sprang  out,  crying:  'Ah,  how  frightened  I  have  been!  How  dark  it  was  inside  the  wolf.'

          After  that  the  aged  grandmother  came  out  alive  also,  but  scarcely  able  to  breathe.  Red  Riding  Hood,  however,  quickly  fetched  great  stones  with  which  they  filled  the  wolf's  belly,  and  when  he  awoke,  he  wanted  to  run  away,  but  the  stones  were  so  heavy  that  he  collapsed  at  once,  and  fell  dead.

          Then  all  three  were  delighted.  The  huntsman  drew  off  the  wolf's  skin  and  went  home  with  it;  the  grandmother  ate  the  cake  and  drank  the  wine  which  Red  Riding  Hood  had  brought,  and  revived.  But  Red  Riding  Hood  thought  to  herself:  'As  long  as  I  live,  I  will  never  leave  the  path  by  myself  to  run  into  the  wood,  when  my  mother  has  forbidden  me  to  do  so.'



It  is  also  related  that  once,  when  Red  Riding  Hood  was  again  taking  cakes  to  the  old  grandmother,  another  wolf  spoke  to  her,  and  tried  to  entice  her  from  the  path.  Red  Riding  Hood,  however,  was  on  her  guard,  and  went  straight  forward  on  her  way,  and  told  her  grandmother  that  she  had  met  the  wolf,  and  that  he  had  said  'good  morning'  to  her,  but  with  such  a  wicked  look  in  his  eyes,  that  if  they  had  not  been  on  the  public  road  she  was  certain  he  would  have  eaten  her  up.

          'Well,'  said  the  grandmother,  'we  will  shut  the  door,  so  that  he  can  not  come  in.'

          Soon  afterwards  the  wolf  knocked,  and  cried:  'Open  the  door,  grandmother,  I  am  Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  and  am  bringing  you  some  cakes.'

          But  they  did  not  speak,  or  open  the  door,  so  the  grey-beard  stole  twice  or  thrice  round  the  house,  and  at  last  jumped  on  the  roof,  intending  to  wait  until  Red  Riding  Hood  went  home  in  the  evening,  and  then  to  steal  after  her  and  devour  her  in  the  darkness.  But  the  grandmother  saw  what  was  in  his  thoughts.

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          In  front  of  the  house  was  a  great  stone  trough,  so  she  said  to  the  child:  'Take  the  pail,  Red  Riding  Hood;  I  made  some  sausages  yesterday,  so  carry  the  water  in  which  I  boiled  them  to  the  trough.'

          Red  Riding  Hood  carried  until  the  great  trough  was  quite  full.  Then  the  smell  of  the  sausages  reached  the  wolf,  and  he  sniffed  and  peeped  down,  and  at  last  stretched  out  his  neck  so  far  that  he  could  no  longer  keep  his  footing  and  began  to  slip,  and  slipped  down  from  the  roof  straight  into  the  great  trough,  and  was  drowned.  But  Red  Riding  Hood  went  joyously  home,  and  no  one  ever  did  anything  to  harm  her  again.