Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

by

Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

A story about respect what doesn't belong to you

for your Preschooler

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Goldilocks stands at the edge of a sunlit pine forest, leaning forward on her tiptoes with wide curious eyes, one hand reaching toward the trees. Tall green pines tower above her, and golden sunlight streams through the branches. In the background, a cozy little house with a garden fence sits behind Goldilocks at the forest's edge.

Once upon a time, a little girl lived near a big pine wood. Her name was Goldilocks because her hair was bright and buttery yellow. She loved to explore. She loved to peek. She loved to wander where she should not go.

Goldilocks walks along a twisty dirt path through the pine wood, her nose tilted up in the air, sniffing. Little golden sunbeams fall around her through the tall pines. In the background, the log cottage peeks through the trees with a thin wisp of smoke curling from its stone chimney.

One sunny morning, Goldilocks skipped deep into the woods. She smelled something warm and sweet. Sniff, sniff, sniff! "What is that yummy smell?" she said. She followed her nose down a twisty path.

Goldilocks pushes open the wooden front door of the log cottage, peeking inside with wide eyes and a mischievous grin. The cottage door is made of dark wood with iron hinges. In the background, the sunlit pine wood glows warmly behind the cottage.

Goldilocks found a quiet log cottage in the woods. The door was open just a crack. Should she go in? She did not knock. She did not ask. She just walked right inside! Remember — it is always good to knock first and ask, "May I come in?"

Goldilocks sits at the wooden table, happily eating from Baby Bear's little porridge bowl with a spoon. The big porridge bowl and the medium porridge bowl also sit on the table, still steaming. In the background, the cozy interior of the log cottage shows wooden walls, a warm hearth, and a window letting in pine-filtered sunlight.

On a wooden table sat three steaming bowls of porridge. Goldilocks tasted the big bowl. "Too hot!" she cried. She tasted the medium bowl. "Too cold!" she said. She tasted the little bowl. "Mmm! Just right!" She ate it all up. Every last drop!

Goldilocks tumbles to the floor as the little chair breaks apart beneath her. Her arms fly up in surprise and her mouth is a big round O. Pieces of the little wooden chair scatter on the cottage floor. The big chair and the medium chair sit nearby. In the background, the log cottage living room shows a braided rug and the warm hearth with a low fire.

Then Goldilocks saw three chairs. She sat in the big chair. "Too hard!" she said. She sat in the medium chair. "Too soft!" she said. She sat in the little chair. "Just right!" But then — CRACK! The little chair broke into pieces!

Goldilocks lies curled up asleep on Baby Bear's little bed, her buttery yellow hair spread across the small pillow. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. The big bed and the medium bed are nearby in the cozy bedroom. In the background, a small window shows the pine trees outside, and the bedroom has log walls with a patchwork quilt on the little bed.

"Oops!" said Goldilocks. But she did not try to fix it. She went upstairs! She found three beds. She lay on the big bed. "Too hard!" She lay on the medium bed. "Too soft!" She lay on the little bed. "Just right!" And she fell fast asleep. Zzzzzzz.

Papa Bear stands at the wooden table, frowning sternly down at his big porridge bowl, one large paw pointing at it. He wears his red plaid shirt and looks very serious. In the background, the cottage kitchen shows the medium porridge bowl and Baby Bear's empty little porridge bowl on the table.

Soon the three bears came home from their walk. Papa Bear looked at his big bowl. "Someone has been eating my porridge!" he growled in his deep, rumbly voice. Can you make a rumbly voice too?

Baby Bear holds up his empty little porridge bowl with both paws, his big sad eyes looking down into it. His bottom lip quivers. Papa Bear stands behind him with a protective paw on Baby Bear's shoulder. In the background, the cottage kitchen and the wooden table are visible with the other two porridge bowls.

Baby Bear looked at his little bowl. His eyes got big and sad. "Someone has been eating my porridge," he said in his small, squeaky voice. "And it is all gone!" A little tear rolled down his furry cheek.

Baby Bear kneels on the floor beside the broken pieces of his little chair, touching them sadly with one small paw. Papa Bear stands nearby with his arms crossed and a deep frown on his face. In the background, the cottage living room shows the big chair and the medium chair and the braided rug.

Then Papa Bear saw his big chair. "Someone has been sitting in my chair!" he growled. Baby Bear saw the broken pieces of his little chair. "Someone has been sitting in my chair," he sniffled, "and they broke it all to bits!"

Goldilocks sits up in Baby Bear's little bed with a shocked, wide-eyed expression, clutching the patchwork quilt to her chin. Baby Bear points at her with one paw, his mouth open. Papa Bear looms behind Baby Bear, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed. In the background, the cozy log bedroom shows the big bed, the medium bed, and the small window with pine trees outside.

The bears stomped upstairs. Papa Bear looked at his big bed. "Someone has been sleeping in my bed!" Baby Bear looked at his little bed. "Someone has been sleeping in my bed — and she is STILL HERE!" Goldilocks opened her eyes. Three bears stared right at her!

Goldilocks stands in front of Papa Bear and Baby Bear, her hands clasped together and her head bowed, looking truly sorry. Papa Bear looks down at her with a firm but slightly softer expression. Baby Bear peeks out from behind Papa Bear's leg. In the background, the log bedroom with the three beds and the small window is visible.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" cried Goldilocks. She jumped out of the little bed. "I should not have come in without asking. I should not have taken your things." Papa Bear's stern face softened just a little. "When something is not yours," he said slowly, "you must always ask first."

Goldilocks walks down the twisty dirt path away from the log cottage, turning back to give a small wave. Baby Bear stands in the open doorway of the cottage, one paw raised in a shy little wave. Papa Bear stands behind Baby Bear in the doorway, one paw resting on the door frame, watching. In the background, the sunlit pine wood glows with warm golden afternoon light, and the twisty path winds into the trees.

Goldilocks nodded. She looked at Baby Bear. "I will come back tomorrow," she said quietly. "I will bring porridge for you. And I will help fix your chair." Baby Bear's sad eyes got a tiny bit brighter. Maybe, just maybe, they could be friends — if she remembered to knock next time.

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