Goldilocks liked things just right. Her braids were even and her socks matched. Deep in the forest she found a little door standing open, and she went in.
Three bowls of porridge sat steaming on the table. One was too hot. One was too cold. The smallest was just right, so Goldilocks ate every spoonful.
She tried three chairs, and the smallest one cracked under her. She tried three beds. The smallest was just right, and Goldilocks fell fast asleep.
Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear came home. "Someone ate my porridge," said Baby Bear. "And my chair is broken. I want my chair back." Goldilocks sat up in the little bed.
Goldilocks looked at the three bowls, three chairs, three beds. "One for each of you," she said. She mended the little chair with string, and Baby Bear sat down. Just right.
