She knew every tree in the greenwood, and every flower in it. She was the Woodman’s daughter, and her hair looked just like sunbeams. Now there lived in the same forest a sweet little girl, who was called Goldilocks. “Oh, my dear, you are too kind my growl is nothing to the lion’s.”Īnd thus conversing, the bears walked on. I should like to hear him growl as you do.” Bear “you have a much finer voice than the lark. “What a pity it is they have not our deep voices.” “What a squeaky noise these creatures make!” said big Bear, as he brushed off the butterfly. The leaves shivered in the soft breeze the wood-pigeon cooed the lark sang loud enough to make himself hoarse the sparrows chirped the bee buzzed, and a yellow butterfly perched on great Bear’s nose. The sun shone brightly though it was low in the sky, and its rays glittered on the fine webs on the grass. Bear walked arm-in-arm, and Baby ran by their side. When the milk was poured out, the three bears set out for a walk. One morning the three bears resolved on taking a walk before breakfast but before they went out, they poured their warm milk into their basins, that it might get cool by the time they came back. They had each a bed to sleep in, a chair to sit on, and a bowl and spoon for eating milk or honey, which was their favourite food. There was the Father Bear, the Mother Bear, and the Baby Bear. Once upon a time three bears lived in a nice little house in a great forest.

Garden story bear and breakfast