Goldilocks and the Three Bears - English

My name is Goldilocks, and I suppose you've heard of me. The sun was warm on my face that morning as I chased a butterfly through the woods, its wings like tiny stained-glass windows fluttering just out of reach. The air smelled of pine needles and damp earth, a scent I loved, and I wandered farther than I ever had before, until the familiar trees looked like strangers and I realized I was quite lost. That’s when I saw it: a darling little cottage nestled in a clearing, with a curl of smoke whispering from its chimney like a friendly invitation. I knew I shouldn't, but my curiosity was a buzzing bee I couldn't ignore, and my tummy was rumbling a loud complaint. This is the story of my big mistake, the one people still tell today: the tale of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

I knocked on the sturdy wooden door, my knuckles making a small tap-tap-tapping sound, but no one answered. The door creaked open with just a gentle push, and the most wonderful smell of sweet, oaty porridge wafted out, pulling me inside. Everything in the cozy room was arranged in sets of three. On a thick wooden table sat three bowls of porridge, each one a different size. The biggest bowl was steaming ferociously, far too hot to even think about eating. The middle-sized bowl was icy cold and lumpy—yuck! But the smallest bowl was just perfect, warm and creamy and sweet with honey. It was so delicious that I ate every last drop. Feeling full, I looked for a place to rest. A great big chair stood by the fireplace, but its cushions were as hard as a rock. The middle-sized chair was so soft and squishy that I sank down so far I could barely see over the arms. Can you imagine a chair swallowing you up like that? But the little chair was just right. I settled into it with a happy sigh, but then there was a dreadful CRACK! The little wooden chair broke into pieces all over the floor! Now I was full, but also very tired and a little bit worried about what I had done. I tiptoed up a tiny staircase and found a bedroom, again with everything in threes. The great big bed was too hard, the middle-sized bed was too soft, but the littlest bed was so cozy and perfect that the moment my head touched the fluffy pillow, I fell fast asleep, dreaming of butterflies and sweet porridge.

A Startling Surprise and a Lesson Learned
I was woken by a deep, grumbly voice that seemed to shake the whole room. 'Someone's been eating my porridge!' it growled. A second, gentler voice added, 'Someone's been eating my porridge!' Then a tiny, squeaky voice cried out, 'Someone's been eating my porridge, and they've eaten it all up!' My eyes flew open. Standing at the foot of the bed were three bears: a great big Papa Bear with a stern look, a kind-faced Mama Bear holding her paws together, and a little Baby Bear with tears welling up in his big brown eyes. They looked from their empty bowl to their broken chair, and then their gazes landed on me, tucked into the little bed. 'Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and here she is!' squeaked Baby Bear, pointing a furry paw right at me. I was so startled I leaped out of bed, scrambled past them in a flash, and ran out of the cottage as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop running until I found the familiar path back to my own home. My adventure taught me a very important lesson: you must always respect the homes and belongings of others. You can't just take what isn't yours. This story, first written down by a poet named Robert Southey long ago, wasn't just about a curious girl. It became a cautionary tale, reminding children to think about how their actions affect others. Over time, it has inspired countless books, plays, and cartoons. The idea of finding what is 'just right' is even called the 'Goldilocks Principle' by scientists looking for planets that could support life! My story reminds us that it’s okay to be curious, but it’s even more important to be considerate and kind, a lesson that keeps this simple fairy tale alive in our imaginations.