Once upon a time 🎵, right in the middle of a green forest, there stood a cozy wooden cottage with a roof covered in soft, squishy moss. A family of three bears lived there, and they led a very peaceful life.

There was Daddy Bear, huge and fluffy, who pretended to be very fierce but was actually afraid of spiders 🎵 and cried at sad fairy tales 🎵. There was Mama Bear, sensible and calm, who loved reading books about bear yoga. And then there was Baby Bear, a cheerful little tot who had so much energy that he would run in circles 🎵 chasing his own tail first thing in the morning.

One beautiful morning, Mama Bear cooked her famous raspberry oatmeal for breakfast. She scooped it into three bowls, but the oatmeal was so hot that it looked like tiny, bubbling volcanoes 🎵.

“We have to wait for it to cool down,” sighed Daddy Bear, and his big tummy 🎵 rumbled so loudly that the windows rattled 🎵. “Let’s go for a walk while we wait. Maybe we’ll meet a squirrel and ask what’s going on up in the trees.”

While the bears were out walking, a little girl with bright, super-curly hair came up to the cottage. Her name was Goldilocks. She was a very sweet girl, but she had one little flaw: she was terribly curious. When she smelled the raspberry oatmeal, her nose led her 🎵 straight to the front door.

She walked up to the table where the breakfast was cooling.

She tried a bite from Daddy Bear’s biggest bowl.

“Ouch, too hot 🎵! Someone here must like their food boiling hot!” complained Goldilocks.

She tried a bite from Mama Bear’s medium-sized bowl.

“Brrr, and this one is as cold as ice cream 🎵.”

She tried a bite from Baby Bear’s smallest bowl.

“Oh, this one is just right! And it has the most raspberries!” She smiled and ate it all up, down to the very last drop, and then she let out a quiet, very polite 🎵 burp. “Oops, excuse me.”