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Goldilocks sang to herself as she skipped into the forest, her lovely, frilly yellow dressed swaying as she went, her shining sunlight blonde hair pushed neatly back with a shimmering pink ribbon, tickling her neck as the wind blew it to and fro.
Patty cake, patty cake
Baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Goldilocks adored the woodland, for the trees, the magic feeling, the cute little animals, but mostly because her mother always told her never to go in. There was nothing scary about the forest, just beauty.
It certainly weren't any "bears" or anything. In fact, Goldilocks was beginning to think that the dark, lumbering creatures of her mother's warnings were made up simply to keep her away from the woods in which she was currently traipsing.
Pat it, and roll it,
And mark it with a-
Goldilocks stop, big blue eyes widening in awe at the small, charming cottage before her. A house in the middle of the woods! I wonder who lives here, Goldilocks thought, flowing flaxen tresses reaching her lower back as her small, fine-boned face tilted toward the little chalet in the clearing just ahead of her.
She approached it without a thought, tiny pale limbs moving over the grassy ground. She touched the lovely, smooth stones it was made of, then the rounded wooden door that was slightly ajar, as if inviting the young girl in.
Peeking through the door, she saw three steaming bowls of porridge positioned on the table, they'll get cold if someone doesn't eat them soon! Goldilocks thought, getting ever closer to the interior of the house. Her stomach growled; she was so hungry, porridge would really hit the spot right now…
But it was someone else's house, she shouldn't…
But nobody was there, who would know?
Goldilocks shifted from one foot to another, pulled back and forth between good nature and child-like curiosity. She really shouldn't- but she was starving! Then she remembered her mother telling her never to enter someone's house without being invited in, and, with an impish smile, walked straight into the small house.
Within five minutes, Goldilocks had polished off all three bowls of porridge and was about to leave when she spotted the beds. Well, she was sleepy, and just a few minutes wouldn't hurt anyone. Besides, the houses inhabitants weren't back yet, and she couldn't get in trouble if she wasn't caught.
With that, she began her critical evaluation of the beds.
Too soft… too hard… just right-almost.
The final bed was nearly perfect, but just a tad too high from the ground, she didn't want to fall and hurt herself! Besides, a few inches never hurt anybody, nobody would even notice that the bed was an eensy bit shorter…
Back in the kitchen again, Goldilocks made her way over to the area in which the knives were kept. She wasn't supposed to use knives, but this was important. Now, which one?
Too small, she thought of the first one, too dull, she criticized the next, then just right.
The bears came home from the river, laughing and joking. They were hungry now, starving for their porridge. However, when they reached the kitchen, it was gone.
"Who dares invade our home?!" Thundered Father Bear,
"They will pay," hissed Mother Bear in a voice like nails,
"I'm hungry!" Wailed Baby Bear, tears in his liquid obsidian eyes.
"Don't worry," Father Bear said, a sickening smile curling his lips, "You'll be fed yet," he murmured, all the while looking at the golden haired girl sleeping soundly on Baby Bear's bed.
Goldilocks was awakened from her peaceful slumber by an unpleasant rise in temperature, as though something large was breathing on her, or three large things.
Opening her bleary eyes, Goldilocks beheld a sight to terrible to comprehend, three black creatures, furry and stinking, gazed at her with soulless black eyes and twisted, ravenous smiles. Yellow drool plopped on the bed she was lying on, sharp teeth peeked through cruel grins.
Her baby-blue eyes widened in sheer terror, a nearly inhuman scream tearing itself from her lips. The bears converged, and the charming cottage transformed into a nightmare of blood and carnage.
Goldilocks swung her red-splattered butcher knife back and forth as she skipped out of the forest, her lovely blood-stained dress swaying as she went, her shining sunlight blonde hair in wild disarray, the shimmering pink ribbon was back at the cottage, adorning the decapitated head of Mother Bear's cadaver. Goldilocks gave a high, mad sounding giggle to know one in particular and began her song again.
Patty cake, patty cake,
Baker's man,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can,
Slice, and stab it,
And mark it with a B…
Her soprano voice faded into the woods like fairy music as she headed toward civilization. Back at the cottage, written on the walls in blood,
Thanks For The Porridge.