Goldilocks and the Three Bears - English

Hello! My name is Goldilocks, and I just love exploring the big, green forest behind my house. One sunny morning, the birds were singing, and the flowers smelled so sweet that I wandered farther than ever before, which led to the story some people call Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Deep among the tall oak trees, I found a cozy little cottage with a thatched roof and a chimney puffing out a tiny curl of smoke. The door was slightly ajar, which means it was open just a little bit. My curiosity tickled me like a feather. I thought, 'Who could live in such a lovely place?'. I knocked gently on the wooden door, tap, tap, tap. When no one answered, my curiosity grew even bigger. I peeked inside and saw the most wonderful sight: a warm, tidy room with three bowls of steaming porridge set on a wooden table. The smell of sweet oats and brown sugar filled the air and made my tummy rumble with hunger.

My tummy rumbled so loudly it sounded like a little bear growling, so I decided to have just a tiny taste of the porridge. I tiptoed inside. The first bowl was a great big one, and when I leaned over it, the steam tickled my nose. 'Ouch!' I whispered. It was far too hot. The second bowl was a pretty, medium-sized bowl with blue flowers painted on it. I took a spoonful, but it was much too cold. Blech. But the third bowl, a wee little one, was perfect. It was warm and sweet and just right, so I ate every last drop. Feeling full, I looked for a place to rest. A great big chair by the fireplace looked comfy, but it was too hard. A medium-sized rocking chair was too soft and wobbly. But a wee little chair was just right—until I wiggled, and CRACK! It broke into pieces. Oh dear. I felt a little worried, but I was also very sleepy after my long walk and my snack. So, I went upstairs and found a bedroom with three beds. The great big bed was hard like a rock, and the medium-sized bed was soft like a marshmallow. But the wee little bed was so cozy and warm that I snuggled under the covers and fell fast asleep, dreaming of gingerbread and butterflies.

I woke up with a start to the sound of voices. A great big Papa Bear with a deep, rumbly voice, a kind-faced Mama Bear with a soft, gentle voice, and a tiny Baby Bear with a squeaky little voice were standing there, looking very surprised to see me in their home. 'Someone's been eating my porridge!' growled Papa Bear. 'Someone's been sitting in my chair!' cried Baby Bear in a sad little voice. When they came upstairs and saw me in the little bed, my cheeks turned as red as ripe strawberries. I had been so curious that I forgot my manners completely. I didn't mean to be naughty, but I had entered their home without permission. I jumped out of bed, said 'I am so very sorry!' as quickly as I could, and ran down the stairs and all the way home. My adventure in the bears' cottage taught me to always respect other people's homes and belongings. For hundreds of years, parents have told this story to their children to remind them to be thoughtful and considerate. It's a tale that helps us remember that while curiosity is wonderful, kindness and respect are even better.