So first she tasted the porridge of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was too hot for her.  And then she tasted the porridge of the Middle Bear, and that was too cold for her.  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.

Then Goldenlocks sat down in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was too hard for her.  And then she sat down in the chair of the Middle Bear, and that was too soft for her.  And then she sat 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 sat till the bottom of the chair came out, and down she came plump upon the ground.

Then Goldenlocks went upstairs into the bedchamber 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 Goldenlocks 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 hers, she saw that the spoon was standing in it too.

“Somebody has been at my porridge!” said the Middle Bear, in her 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 someone had entered their house, and eaten up the Little, Small, Wee Bear’s breakfast, began to look about them.  Now Goldenlocks 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 Goldenlocks had squatted down the soft cushion of the Middle Bear.

“Somebody has been sitting in my chair!” said the Middle Bear, in her middle voice.

And you know what Goldenlocks had done to the third chair.