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beginning of the story goldilocks and the three bears
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Once upon a time, not far from a sun-dappled lane and hidden beneath tall whispering pines, stood a little house with a thatched roof and a smoke-twig chimney. In that house lived three bears: a large Papa Bear with a deep, booming voice; a gentle Mama Bear; and a small, chirpy Baby Bear who loved to scamper about the garden.
One morning, the three bears decided to go for a walk while their porridge cooled. Papa Bear took his hat, Mama Bear gathered a napkin, and Baby Bear tucked his tiny spoon into his paw. “We’ll only be gone a little while,” said Mama Bear, and out they went, leaving the cottage quiet and empty.
Not far away, a curious little girl with hair like spun gold wandered through the wood. She had wandered too far from home, chasing butterflies and counting mossy stones, until she came upon the neat little house. She knocked once—then twice—then, hearing no answer, she turned the knob and peered inside.
The room smelled of warm oats. On the table were three bowls of porridge — one large, one medium, and one very small and steamy. Goldilocks’s eyes grew wide. She tried the largest bowl first, then the middle one, and finally the smallest. “Too hot,” she exclaimed at the first. “Too cold,” at the second. But the little bowl was just right, and before she knew it, she had eaten it all up.
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One morning, the three bears decided to go for a walk while their porridge cooled. Papa Bear took his hat, Mama Bear gathered a napkin, and Baby Bear tucked his tiny spoon into his paw. “We’ll only be gone a little while,” said Mama Bear, and out they went, leaving the cottage quiet and empty.
Not far away, a curious little girl with hair like spun gold wandered through the wood. She had wandered too far from home, chasing butterflies and counting mossy stones, until she came upon the neat little house. She knocked once—then twice—then, hearing no answer, she turned the knob and peered inside.
The room smelled of warm oats. On the table were three bowls of porridge — one large, one medium, and one very small and steamy. Goldilocks’s eyes grew wide. She tried the largest bowl first, then the middle one, and finally the smallest. “Too hot,” she exclaimed at the first. “Too cold,” at the second. But the little bowl was just right, and before she knew it, she had eaten it all up.
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