April 13th - "Goatilocks and the Three Boers"

Goatilocks and the Three Boers

Once upon a time there were three Boers…

…who lived together in a house of their own in a grassy meadow.

One of them was a little, small, wee Boer…

And one was a middle-sized Boer…

And the other was a great, huge Boer…

They each had a bowl for their goat chow. A little bowl for the little, small, wee Boer, and a middle-sized bowl for the middle-sized Boer, and a great, huge bowl for the great, huge Boer.

And they each had a chair to sit in. A little chair for the little, small wee Boer, and a middle-sized chair for the middle-sized Boer, and a great, huge chair for the great, huge Boer.

And they each had a bed to sleep in. A little bed for the little, small wee Boer, and a middle-sized bed for the middle-sized Boer, and a great, huge bed for the great, huge Boer.

One morning, after they had made some goatmeal for their breakfast, then poured it into their bowls, they decided to take a walk out into the wood while the goatmeal was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths by beginning too soon to eat it.

And while they were out walking in the wood, a winsome (but furtive) blonde goat named Goatilocks came to the house.

First, she looked in at the window…

Then, she peeped in through the door…

Seeing nobody in the house, Goatilocks went inside. And well pleased was she when she saw the goatmeal on the table! If she had been a good goat, she would have waited 'til the Boers came home. And then, perhaps, they would have asked her to join them for some goatmeal. For they were good Boers. A little rough, or so the manner of Boers is, but for all that, very good-natured and hospitable. But Goatilocks was an impudent goat, and started helping herself.

First she tasted the goatmeal of the great, huge Boer, and that was too hot for her. Then she tasted the goatmeal of the middle Boer and that was too cold for her. And then she went to the goatmeal of the little, small, wee Boer and tasted that. It was neither too hot, nor too cold, but just right. And she liked it so much she ate it all up.

Then Goatilocks sat down in the chair of the great, huge Boer, and that was too firm for her. And then she sat down in the chair of the middle Boer, and that was too soft for her. And tehn she sat down in the chair of the little, small wee Boer. And that was neither too hard, nor too soft, but just right.

So Goatilocks made herself comfortable in that chair, until the chair fell apart and Goatilocks came down plump on the ground.

Then Goatilocks went upstairs into the bedroom where the three Boers slept. At first she tried to lay down upon the bed of the great, huge Boer, but that was too firm for her. Next, she try to lay down upon the bed of the middle Boer, and that was too soft for her. Finally, she lay down upon the bed of the little, small, wee Boer. And that was neither too firm, nor too soft, but just right. So Goatilocks covered herself up comfortably and lay there 'til she fell asleep.

By this time the three Boers thought their goatmeal would be cool enough. So they came home to breakfast. Goatilocks had left the spoon of the great, huge Boer standing in his goatmeal.

“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY GOATMEAL!” said the great, huge Boer in his great, gruff voice. And when the middle Boer looked at her goatmeal, she saw that a spoon was standing in it too. “Somebody has been at my goatmeal!” said the middle bear in her middle voice. Just then, the little, small, wee Boer looked at his bowl and there was no goatmeal left at all! “Somebody has been at my goatmeal, and they have eaten it all up!” said the little, small, wee Boer in his little, small, wee voice.

Upon this, the three Boers, seeing that someone had entered into their home and eaten up all wee, little, small Boer’s breakfast, began to look around them.

Goatilocks had not put the hard cushion straight after she tried the chair of the great, huge Boer. “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!” said the great, huge Boer in his great, huge, gruff voice. And Goatilocks had smooshed down the cushion on the soft chair of the middle Boer. “Somebody has been sitting in my chair!” said the middle Boer in her middle voice. And you know what Goatilocks had done to the third chair! "Somebody has been sitting in my chair. “Somebody has been sitting in my chair, and they’ve broken it all up” said the little, small, wee Boer in his little, small, wee Boer voice.

The Boersthought it would be wise to search the house, so they went upstairs into the bedroom where they all slept. Goatilocks had pulled the pillow of the great, huge Boer out of it’s place. “SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!” said the great, huge Boer in his great, huge, gruff voice. Just then the middle Boer noticed the blanket on her bed had been pulled down. “Somebody has been lying in my bed!” said the middle Boer in her middle voice. And when the little, small, wee Boer came in to look at his bed. Upon his pillow, sleeping in his bed, he saw Goatilocks. “Somebody has been lying in my bed, and she’s still there!” said the little, small, wee Boer in his little, small, wee Boer voice.

Just then Goatilocks was awakened from her dreams. Up she jumped all at once. And as soon as she noticed all the Boers beside the bed, she ran to the window…

Then Goatilocks jumped out the window…

…and ran away into the woods as fast as she could!

The three Boers lived happily ever after, never seeing anything more of Goatilocks ever again.

The End