![]() ![]() Once, she had followed animal tracks in the forest and nearly been eaten by a wolf. She was a sweet girl, but had an inquisitive nature that often landed her in a spot of bother. He had a beautiful daughter with golden shimmering hair that went by the name of Goldilocks. Then, with a clunk, the front door shut and the three bears strolled out into the meadow-leaving the cottage empty. “I shall just pour the porridge,’ said Daddy Bear, “so that it can cool and be the perfect temperature for when we return.”ĭaddy Bear poured the porridge into the three bowls and carefully set them on the table. “Please, please, pleeeease can we go out before breakfast,” said baby bear, “There are so many butterflies, Mummy. And she didn’t get to do it often as the butterflies only came to the meadow in the springtime. Now, it is worth pointing out that-besides eating porridge-chasing butterflies was one of baby bear’s favourite things to do. The baby bear pointed out of the window, where hundreds of fluttering butterflies filled the meadow. “Mummy… Daddy… look!” cried Little Baby Bear. Little Baby Bear awoke, looked out the window and thundered down the stairs. One morning-as the sun rose over the meadow-Mummy and Daddy Bear were preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The bears each had their very own bed to sleep in, chair to sit on and bowl for eating their favourite of all things-porridge. And in the cottage lived Mummy Bear, Daddy Bear and Little Baby Bear. ![]()
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