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It was a normal morning in the bear house. We got up, opened our windows as it was a lovely day, and went about our routines.
It was Great Big’s day to cook, and he made his delicious, very dense porridge. This porridge is always so dense, it takes at least 10 minutes to cool off enough to eat a nibble without burning one’s tongue.
Midsized had a great idea to go for a short walk to let the porridge cool a bit, so off we set on a stroll. I made sure to close the door behind us, but since we lived in the middle of a huge forest, there was never much urgency to lock the door behind us.
We hadn’t been gone that long on our walk in the woods, but when we approached our house, something felt off.
The front door was wide open. Not how we had left it.
Great Big went in first, then Midsized, then me, Itty Bitty.
The first thing we noticed when we entered was that our porridge had been disturbed, and mine was all gone!
Great Big suddenly exclaimed, “Somebody’s been sitting in my chair!”
Midsized echoed, “And somebody’s been sitting in my chair!”
To my horror, not only had someone been sitting in my chair, but they had broken it in a million pieces. I squeaked out, “Somebody’s been sitting in my chair, and they broke it!”
Now we were all a bit afraid. Someone had broken into our house, stolen our food, and destroyed our property. Before exploring any further, Great Big, the local police chief, decided to call the station to have them come investigate officially.
But, being bears, we weren’t too afraid of harm coming to us if we did some investigative work of our own, so off we set. Quietly looking to see what else this intruder had been up to in the short time we were out, we headed upstairs.
Great Big’s voice echoed through the hallway, “Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed!”
Midsized soon chimed in, “And somebody’s been sleeping in my bed!”
Slowly, timidly, I opened my bedroom door. There was an odd shape in my bed.
I inched closer.
It was the intruder!
“Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed, and she’s still here!”
This awakened the blonde-haired little girl who, with a start, made a break for the open window.
But Great Big was faster.
The young girl was apprehended and held until the police unit arrived.
Her story was that she thought the house was abandoned and there was no harm in entering. I didn’t think the story held up well. Why would there be warm porridge in an abandoned house?
But, Great Big and Midsized took pity on her, as she was quite young and full of curiosity.
They decided not to press charges, but warned her to never enter a home uninvited again. Next time, she may not be so lucky.
We never leave without locking our doors anymore, either.
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