Chapter 5: The Boy and the Three Bears

Once upon a time there was a boy who had everything he ever wanted and was consequently very spoiled and selfish. His name was Golden.

He lived as an only child at the edge of a wood, and he never did anything his mother asked him to do. When she said, “Wash the dishes,” he would go outside and play. When she said, “Clean up your dirty clothes,” he would fling them around the house. So, on the fateful day when his mother said, “Don’t ever go into the wood alone,” he decided to do just that.

Off he went into the forest, looking for excitement and adventure, kicking mushrooms and decapitating wildflowers as he walked. He didn’t see any wild animals except for an old, scruffy-looking black rat which he caught, swung by its tail, and threw into a bush.

Before long he came to a small house that was owned by three bears. The three bears had just left for a walk to let their porridge cool, and were not at home. The boy was curious about the house, as he didn’t think anyone lived in the woods. Plus, he was very hungry and forgot to bring a lunch. He knocked on the door but there was no answer, so of course he walked in.

To his delight, there on the table were three bowls of freshly made porridge! He tried the first bowl, but it was too hot. He tried the next bowl but it was too cold. He tried the last bowl and it was just right. He ate it all up, but he was still hungry, so he decided to mix the hot and cold bowls together and then it was just right, too, and so he ate everything until there was no porridge left.

He then found three chairs. One was too hard, one was too soft, and one was just right. He wasn’t one to just sit around in chairs all day, so he decided to make a fort and took the cushions off and tipped the chairs over and stacked them on top of each other. But playing in a fort all by yourself gets boring, so he decided to see what was upstairs.

There he found one large room with three beds and he started jumping from one to the other and had a wonderful time of it until he broke all three beds. Now that his fun was done and he didn’t know what to do, he decided it was time to leave and find some real wild animals instead of messing around in stranger’s homes. But as he went to leave through the front door, the three bears walked in.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” screamed the boy.

“AAAAHHHH!” screamed the bears.

Papa Bear caught Golden by his suspenders and held him in the air. “What are you doing in my house?” he roared.

“And what did you do to our living room?” demanded Mama Bear.

“And why did you eat all of our porridge?” yelled Papa Bear.

“And why did you break all of our beds?” cried Baby Bear.

Golden didn’t know what to say except, “I want my mommy!”

“You aren’t going anywhere until you clean up this mess!” said Mamma Bear.

She made him wash all of the dishes and cook new porridge for the bears. After he put the chairs in order and tidied up the living room, Papa Bear took him upstairs with a tool box and made him fix all the beds. Then he had to change and wash the sheets and re-make the beds so that the room looked even better than it did before he came.

After everything in the house was cleaned or repaired and the sun was beginning to set, the three bears walked him home (because you never know what wild animals you might come across in the forest) and handed him back to his very worried mother. They informed her that Golden was invited over anytime to have a playdate with Baby Bear, provided he minded his manners and didn’t destroy anything.

After that Golden always did what he was told, even if it was washing the dishes or picking up his clothes, and every Tuesday and Thursday he and Baby Bear got together and played for hours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 responses to “Chapter 5: The Boy and the Three Bears

  1. S. A. Cox

    I. LOVE this. I can’t believe I didn’t start reading them earlier! I just sent this particular one to two of my sisters (the two who have children), including the one whose Relief Society President you were when her son was born in their apartment in Wyview.

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  2. Jennifer Peters

    Please write and share more. We are loving these tremendously. 🙂 My sister Katherine sent them to me.

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