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Golden Hair and the Three Bears
Once upon a time there were three bears
who lived in a little house in the forest.
There was the great huge father bear and
the middle-sized mother bear and the tiny
One morning the mother bear made the
porridge for their breakfast and poured it
into their bowls to cool, a great big bowl for
the father bear and a middle-sized bowl for
the mother bear and a little wee bowl for the
"Now, my dears," said the father bear,
we will go for a walk while our porridge
So the great huge father bear and the
middle-sized mother bear and the tiny baby
bear all went for a walk in the woods.
Near the woods where the bears lived there
lived a little girl whose hair was so yellow
that she was called "Golden Hair." She
loved to gather the flowers that grew among
the grass and under the trees.
On this morning she said to her mother,
"Please, mother, let me go and gather some
flowers, they are so beautiful to-day."
"If you will not go into the deep woods,
you may go," said her mother.
"No, I will not go far," said Golden Hair,
but she was a very thoughtless little girl,
and she went on and on, gathering flowers,
until she had a great bunch, as many as her
hands could hold, but when she looked up she
was in the heart of the deep woods. No one
answered when she called, and she ran on and
on, until she was too tired to run any farther.
Just then she saw a little house not far
away among the trees. "Some one here will
surely tell me the way home," said the little
girl, and she ran to the little house and
knocked on the door.
No one answered, so Golden Hair opened
the door and walked in. On the table she
saw three bowls of porridge. She was very
hungry, so she ran to the table and tasted
the porridge in the great big bowl, but it
was very salty; then she tasted the porridge
in the middle-sized bowl, but that was too
sweet; so she tasted the porridge in the little
wee bowl, and that was just right, and she
ate and she ate until the porridge was all
She looked around the room and she saw
three chairs, a great huge chair and
a middle-sized chair and a little wee chair.
First she sat down in the great huge chair, but that
was too high for her; and then she sat down
in the middle-sized chair, but that was too
low for her; so then she sat down in the little
wee chair, and that was just right, and she
rocked and she rocked until she fell over and
broke the chair.
Then Golden Hair thought she would go
upstairs and see what there might be up
there. There she saw three beds, a great
huge bed and a middle-sized bed and a little
wee bed. First she lay down on the great
huge bed, but that was too hard for her;
so then she lay down on the middle-sized
bed, but that was too soft for her; so then
she tried the little wee bed, and that was so
comfortable that before she knew it she
was fast asleep.
Just then the three bears who lived in
the house came home from their walk.
Seeing the door open, they hurried in.
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN EATING
MY PORRIDGE!" growled the great huge
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN EATING MY PORRIDGE!" snarled
the middle-sized bear.
"Somebody has been at my porridge and
eaten it all up!" cried the little wee bear.
Then the bears looked around to see who
had been in their house.
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING
IN MY CHAIR!" growled the great huge
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY
CHAIR!" snarled the middle-sized bear.
"Somebody has been sitting in my chair
and broke it to pieces!" cried the little wee
Then the bears decided to go upstairs to
look for the intruder. The great huge bear
went first, and the middle-sized bear came
next, and last of all came the little wee bear.
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON
MY BED!" growled the great huge bear.
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED!"
snarled the middle-sized bear.
"Somebody has been lying on my bed," cried
the little wee bear, "and here she is!"
Now the voice of the great huge bear had
sounded to Golden Hair like thunder; and
the voice of the middle-sized bear had sounded
like the wind in the tree tops; but the voice
of the little wee bear was so shrill that it
woke her up.
When she opened her eyes and saw the
three bears looking angrily at her she was so
frightened that she rolled off the bed on the
farther side and, running to the window, she
On and on she ran until finally she came
to the path that led to her home. When she
reached her home she was so tired she could
hardly tell her mother what a naughty child
she had been, and she never again strayed
into the heart of the deep woods where the
from The Story Teller's Book
by Alice O'Grady, 1912