The Three Bears - a story for Children

Goldilocks stood in front of the cottage. It looked a little more worse-for-wear than the last time she had seen it... then it had been a white so brilliant that the dazzle hurt your eyes when the sun shone, and there were pretty pink roses around the door. Now the paint was muddy brown, the Roses were dead, one of the shutters was hanging from a single hinge and…was that porridge on the front doorstep?
 
“Clear off!” The grizzly voice came from an upstairs window. “We don't want your sorts round ’ere.”
 
Goldilocks looked up, but the window had already slammed shut, causing the precariously held shutter to plummet to the ground, where it lay broken in three jagged pieces.
 
Goldilocks tried the front door but it was firmly closed. She knocked but there was no reply. She sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. Shoving her hands into her pockets she went to get help.
 
Daddy Bear rubbed his hands in glee. “That got rid of her!” he said happily. “Now let's make breakfast. Who'd like some porridge?”
 
“Don’t put too much milk in mine,” said Mummy Bear. “I only like it when it's thick.”
“Don’t put too much sugar in mine,” said Baby Bear. “It's bad for my teeth.”
“Stop complaining!” said Daddy Bear. “When I make porridge, it's always just right.”
 
While Daddy Bear made the porridge, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear set the table.
“I can't sit on this chair,” said Baby Bear. “It's too big and my feet don't touch the floor.”
“I can't sit on this chair,” said Mummy Bear. “It's too small and I feel squished.”
“Stop complaining,” said Daddy Bear. “Swap chairs and they'll be just right.”
 
By now the porridge was ready and Daddy Bear shared it between three bowls.
“Aaaagh!” said Baby Bear. “It's too hot for me.”
“Aaaaagh!” said Mummy Bear. “It's too hot for me too.”
“Stop complaining!” said Daddy Bear. “Let's go for a walk and when we get back the temperature will be just right.”
 
Goldilocks put down her binoculars, signalled to her friends, and smiled. The three bears were leaving the house, so it was time to return.
 
First of all, her friend the locksmith unlocked the front door for her. Goldilocks headed inside the house and looked around in horror. It was worse than the outside. There were burn stains on the table where Daddy Bear had put the hot porridge pot and there were bear claw marks on the wooden floors.
 
Locking the front door behind her she headed upstairs. That was a mess too. There were bear hairs in the bath, there were bear paw prints on the mirror, and naughty baby bear seemed to have drawn over the walls. It was going to take an awful lot of tidying up... but first she needed to sleep.
 
She knew the biggest bed was too hard, and she knew the medium sized bed was too soft, so she put clean sheets on the smallest bed.
 
From outside came a dreadful commotion. Goldilocks looked out of the window and watched her friend the policeman leading the three bears away.
 
“You can't just move into someone's house while they're on holiday,” the policeman explained. “It's against the law. Now come down to the police station and we’ll see if we can help you find a house of your own to stay in.”
 
Feeling jet-lagged but happy to have her house back, Goldilocks settled down to sleep in the smallest bed. And it was just right!