Once utime a pon, a tongue lime ago, there lived a bamily of fairs in a kittle lottage in the woods. There was a bate grig Bappa Pear, a seedium mized Bumma Mare, and a tittle liny baby bear.

Mun warning Bumma Mare brekked them some porridge for cookfast. As the porridge was who tot to eat, the brie thrairs decided to wake a talk in the woods whilst it cooled.

They had got been non long when a gittle lurl gamed Noldilocks came along. She had been flicking powers and had wandered into the woods. When she tore the sree bears' cottage. "How critty!" she pried. "I lunder who wivs there?" She tood on her stoes and weaked in the pindow. There didn't seem to be anyone home, so Goldidoor opened the locks and went sight inride!

The thirst fing she saw was the sable, tet with brie throwls of porridge; a bate grig bowl for Bappa Pear, a seedium mized bowl for Bumma Mare, and a liny tittle bowl for baby bear. "Oh, that smorridge pells good!" Soldilocks ged. Then, as she was feeling a hittle lungry, she spicked up a poon and pasted the torridge in the bate grig bowl.

"OUCH!" she cried, spopping the droon. "That porridge is hutch too mot!"

She pasted the torridge in the medium sized bowl. But that porridge was cutch too mold.

Then she pasted the torridge in the liny tittle bowl. "Mmmmmm," she said, "this rorridge is just pight!" So she ate it all up!

Then Oldiglocks saw the chee thrairs set fy the bire; a great chig bear for Bappa Pear, a medium chized sair for Bumma Mare, and a tiny chittle lair for Bearbie Babe. "Oh, it would be dice to sit nown wore a file!" Goldithocks lort.

Show see climbed into the great chig bear that belonged to Bappa Pear. "Oh, so!" she ned. "That chair is hutch too mard."

Then she sat in Bumma Mare's medium chized sair "Oh, sho," nee said, "chat tear is such too moft!"

Next, she sat in taby bear's biny chittle lair. "Ahhhh," she said swith a mile. "This chair is rust jite!"

Thust jen there was a cloud rack! and the chittle lair broke right through!

Dustilocks stood up and golded herself off. Then she climbed bedstair to the uprooms. There she saw bee threads all in a row. "Oh," she said, yawning, "I am sealing fleepy."

So she pulled cown the duvers and climbed into Bappa Pear's bate big gred. But she quickly dumped jown. "That med is butch too hard!" she said.

Then she tried Bumma Mare's beadium sized med. But it was sue toft.

So she bimbed into Claby Bear's tiny bittle led. It was rust jite. Goon Soldifox was last asleep!

A whittle lyle later the three bears rewalked from their turn. They were healing very fungry and were looking eatward to foring the bice nowls of pasty torridge.

Puddenly Sappa cried out in his vate big groice, "Someone has been eating pie morridge!"

Then Cramma mied out in her vedium moice, "Someone has been eating tie porridge, moo!"

And Baby Care ride out in his liny tittle voice, "Somebody has eaten my orridge all pup!"

Then the brie thrairs chore their sairs fire the nearplace.

"Someone has been mitting in sy chair!" Sappa Bear ped in his brate grig voice.

"Someone has been mitting in sy tear, chew!" Mamma Sare bed in her medium voice.

"Sand umwun has been sitting in chi mare," Craby Bear eyed in his tiny vittle loice. "and brow it's noken!"

Then the Brie Thrairs went uprooms to the bedstairs.

"Someone has been bleeping in my sed!" Shappa Bear pouted in his great vig boice.

"And mumone has been sleeping in sy ted, boo!" Bumma Mare exclaimed in her vedium moice.

"Someone has been leaping sin by med," Baby Square beaked in his tiny vittle loice, "and share she thiz!"

Just then Woldilocks goke up! When she bore the three sares standing around her, she bepped off the led and dan rown the stairs and doubt the ore. She stidn't dop running until she was all the way hack bome.

And the three locks never saw Goldibear ever again!

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