Goldilocks and the Three
Bears
Once upon a time, there was a family of three bears living in a house in the center of the forest. There was a mama bear, a papa bear, and a little baby bear. One morning, the bears were all sitting down to breakfast as Mama Bear was pouring their porridge into their bowls.
"Why, this porridge is far too hot!" exclaimed Papa Bear, glaring at his glass thermometer with disgust. "It's 212° Fahrenheit!"
"That's 100° Celsius, Papa," Baby Bear corrected. "Remember, we should use the metric system now, not that silly old Fahrenheit thing that only we Americans still use. Besides, remembering the points for boiling and freezing in Celsius, 100° and 0°, are so much easier than those strange Fahrenheit numbers like 212° and 32°.
"Of course," replied Papa Bear. "Why don't we go on a walk while that porridge cools?"
"Sounds fine to me," added Mama Bear, and off they went for their walk. While they were gone, a lively little girl, with shiny golden curls, named Goldilocks, came by the house. She had been walking in the woods too, and had become very hungry.
She knocked on the door and waited before opening it, to ensure that the sound of her knocking, traveling at approximately 333 meters per second would have reached anyone's ear if they were at home. However, no one seemed to answer, so she decided to let herself right in. As she opened the door, she thought to herself, "What a lovely second class lever this is."
When she entered the kitchen, she noticed three lovely bowls of porridge sitting on the table. "My goodness," she said to herself aloud, "one of these bowls of porridge is still so hot that you can see the steam rising out of it! Wait, not steam," she corrected herself, "water vapor. Steam is in, fact, invisible, odorless and colorless."
"I wonder how hot it is exactly," she asked herself as she stuck her handy digital probe into the first, largest bowl of porridge. She stirred the porridge with the thermometer for a few moments, spilling porridge down over the edges of the bowl. Goldilocks did not seem to care, and in a few seconds, read the temperature from the handy display on her digital probe. "Ninety-eight degrees Celsius!" she exclaimed. "That's far too hot!" Her digital probe, of course, was just as accurate as Papa Bear's glass thermometer, but Goldilocks never liked to wait.
Moving on the second bowl of porridge, which was slightly smaller than the first, but bigger than the one on the other side of it, the golden-haired girl stuck the probe into the bowl. She shrieked as she read the temperature of this bowl of porridge. The probe read fifty-four degrees Celsius. "That's far too cold," she said to herself, "far too cold."
She then decided to give the smallest bowl a try. "Precisely eighty-four degrees Celsius," she exclaimed happily, "exactly how I like it." Goldilocks ate all of the porridge in the bowl, and became very full. Now that she had a content, full stomach, she decided she should take a nap.
Goldilocks wandered the hallways of the house, looking behind every door, until she found the bedroom. Under the fluorescent bulbs on the ceiling, she tried the first, very large bed she came to. She sat down on the bed and tried to lie down and make herself comfortable. After tossing and turning for a few moments, she said, "Too hard, much too hard." She jumped off of the bed, being accelerated by gravity to the ground at a rate of 9.8 meters per second per second.
Still determined to find a comfortable spot to take a nap, Goldilocks tried the bed next to it. She sat down on this bed and sank right in. In fact, she sank into this mattress so far that she didn't know if she could climb back out. When she finally tumbled out of this bed, she mumbled, quite crankily to herself, "My goodness, this bed is so comfortable in would put one to sleep by means of smothering them. What kind of crazy person sleeps in a bed like that?"
When she was just about to give up all hope for finding a comfortable bed, she saw a small bed in the corner. She sat down on this bed saying, "This is just right. I think it will be perfect for my nap." She sat there for several moments, trying to fall asleep. Goldilocks simply could not make herself sleepy, so she decided to play a game. She found three bouncy balls on a table nearby and decided to do an experiment. First, she wanted to see which size bouncy ball would hit the ground first. Looking at the three bouncy balls, one small, one medium sized, one very large, she decided that the biggest one would most likely hit the ground first. Goldilocks climbed atop the little bed and help all three balls in her hands. She dropped them all at the same second and was amazed to find that they all hit the ground at the same time. "How interesting," thought Goldilocks, "that gravity pulls on all of them equally." After this she was going to see which one bounced highest, but when she turned to collect them off the floor, she noticed one was bouncing toward the window. "No! Stop!" she screamed, but it was too late. The largest one had already bounced too close to the window and the window broke the next second. She stared in horror as it bounced through the window and outside onto the ground. It then bounced off the ground and in to and into the kitchen through an already open window. She ran into the kitchen, still determined to stop it, but when she arrived, a horrible mess had already occurred. The bouncy ball had landed on top of a spoon that was still in one of the bowls of porridge, and catapulted porridge all over the place. "Oh well," she thought, it was a good example of a first class lever.
The lovely little girl with the shiny golden curls yawned. After all of this excitement, she was very tired. So, she wandered back into the bedroom, walked to the littlest bed, and laid down. As Goldilocks was dreaming away, the bears came home. As Papa Bear opened the door, he sensed something was wrong.
"Someone's been flinging my porridge!" exclaimed Papa bear angrily.
"Me too!" cried Mama Bear.
"Me too," cried Baby Bear, "and they've eaten it all up!"
Goldilocks awoke with a start, hearing the commotion in the kitchen. She quickly realized that the inhabitants of the house must have come back home, and climbed out the window. Goldilocks accelerated toward the ground at 9.8 meters per second per second, and hit the ground running. She ran all the way home and was never seen by the bears.
THE END
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