The Story of The Three Bears

THE STORY OF THE THREE BEARS

Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house of

  their own, in a wood. One of them was a Little, Small Wee Bear; and one


  was a Middle-sized Bear, and the other was a Great, Huge Bear. They had


  each a pot for their porridge, a little pot for the Little, Small, Wee


  Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the Middle Bear, and a great pot for the


  Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little chair for


  the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the Middle Bear;


  and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a bed to


  sleep in; a little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized


  bed for the Middle Bear; and a great bed for the Great, Huge Bear.

One day, after they had made the porridge for their breakfast, and poured

  it into their porridge-pots, they walked out into the wood while the


  porridge was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths, by beginning


  too soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a little old Woman came


  to the house. She could not have been a good, honest old Woman; for first


  she looked in at the window, and then she peeped in at the keyhole; and


  seeing nobody in the house, she lifted the latch. The door was not


  fastened, because the Bears were good Bears, who did nobody any harm, and


  never suspected that anybody would harm them. So the little old Woman


  opened the door, and went in; and well pleased she was when she saw the


  porridge on the table. If she had been a good little old Woman, she would


  have waited till the Bears came home, and then, perhaps, they would have


  asked her to breakfast; for they were good Bears—a little rough or


  so, as the manner of Bears is, but for all that very good-natured and


  hospitable. But she was an impudent, bad old Woman, and set about helping


  herself.

So first she tasted the porridge of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was too

  hot for her; and she said a bad word about that. And then she tasted the


  porridge of the Middle Bear, and that was too cold for her; and she said a


  bad word about that too. And then she went to the porridge of the Little,


  Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot, nor too


  cold, but just right; and she liked it so well, that she ate it all up:


  but the naughty old Woman said a bad word about the little porridge-pot,


  because it did not hold enough for her.

Then the little old Woman sate down in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear,

  and that was too hard for her. And then she sate down in the chair of the


  Middle Bear, and that was too soft for her. And then she sate down in the


  chair of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and that was neither too hard, nor


  too soft, but just right. So she seated herself in it, and there she sate


  till the bottom of the chair came out, and down she came, plump upon the


  ground. And the naughty old Woman said a wicked word about that too.

Then the little old Woman went upstairs into the bed-chamber in which the

  three Bears slept. And first she lay down upon the bed of the Great, Huge


  Bear; but that was too high at the head for her. And next she lay down


  upon the bed of the Middle Bear; and that was too high at the foot for


  her. And then she lay down upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee Bear;


  and that was neither too high at the head, nor at the foot, but just


  right. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there till she fell


  fast asleep.

By this time the Three Bears thought their porridge would be cool enough;

  so they came home to breakfast. Now the little old Woman had left the


  spoon of the Great, Huge Bear, standing in his porridge.

“Somebody has been at my porridge!”

said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. And when the

  Middle Bear looked at his, he saw that the spoon was standing in it too.


  They were wooden spoons; if they had been silver ones, the naughty old


  Woman would have put them in her pocket.

“Somebody has been at my porridge!”

said the Middle Bear in his middle voice.

Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at his, and there was the spoon in

  the porridge-pot, but the porridge was all gone.

“Somebody has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!”

said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

Upon this the Three Bears, seeing that some one had entered their house,

  and eaten up the Little, Small, Wee Bear's breakfast, began to look about


  them. Now the little old Woman had not put the hard cushion straight when


  she rose from the chair of the Great, Huge Bear.

“Somebody has been sitting in my chair!”

said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.

And the little old Woman had squatted down the soft cushion of the Middle

  Bear.

“Somebody has been sitting in my chair!”

said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.

And you know what the little old Woman had done to the third chair.

“Somebody has been sitting in my chair and has sate the bottom out of it!”

said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

Then the Three Bears thought it necessary that they should make farther

  search; so they went upstairs into their bedchamber. Now the little old


  Woman had pulled the pillow of the Great, Huge Bear, out of its place.

“Somebody has been lying in my bed!”

said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.

And the little old Woman had pulled the bolster of the Middle Bear out of

  its place.

“Somebody has been lying in my bed!”

said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.

And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear came to look at his bed, there was

  the bolster in its place; and the pillow in its place upon the bolster;


  and upon the pillow was the little old Woman's ugly, dirty head,—which


  was not in its place, for she had no business there.

“Somebody has been lying in my bed,—and here she is!”

said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

The little old Woman had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice

  of the Great, Huge Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no more to


  her than the roaring of wind, or the rumbling of thunder. And she had


  heard the middle voice, of the Middle Bear, but it was only as if she had


  heard some one speaking in a dream. But when she heard the little, small,


  wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so sharp, and so shrill,


  that it awakened her at once. Up she started; and when she saw the Three


  Bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled herself out at the other, and


  ran to the window. Now the window was open, because the Bears, like good,


  tidy Bears, as they were, always opened their bedchamber window when they


  got up in the morning. Out the little old Woman jumped; and whether she


  broke her neck in the fall; or ran into the wood and was lost there; or


  found her way out of the wood, and was taken up by the constable and sent


  to the House of Correction for a vagrant as she was, I cannot tell. But


  the Three Bears never saw anything more of her.