Then she lay down on the middle-sized bed, and the pillow was too low, and that wasn’t comfortable either.
Then she lay down on the little baby bear’s bed and it was exactly right, and so very comfortable that she lay there and lay there until she went fast asleep.
Now while Goldilocks was still asleep in the little bed the three bears came home again, and as soon as they stepped inside the door and looked about them they knew that somebody had been there.
“SOMEBODY’S BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR,” growled the father bear in his great big voice, “AND LEFT THE CUSHION CROOKED.”
“And somebody’s been sitting in my chair,” said the mother bear, “and left it standing crooked.”
“And somebody’s been sitting in my chair,” squeaked the baby bear, in his shrill little voice, “and they’ve sat and sat till they’ve sat the bottom out”; and he felt very sad about it.
Then the three bears went over to the table to get their porridge.
“WHAT’S THIS!” growled the father bear, in his great big voice, “SOMEBODY’S BEEN TASTING MY PORRIDGE, AND LEFT THE SPOON ON THE TABLE.”
“And somebody’s been taking my porridge,” said the mother bear in her middle-sized voice, “and they’ve splashed it over the side.”
“And somebody’s been tasting my porridge,” squealed the baby bear, “and they’ve tasted and tasted until they’ve tasted it all up.” And when he said so the baby bear looked as if he were about to cry.