Gladys and the Three Bears

Abner, do you smell that?

I smell it, Gladys.  It’s Mama Bear?s porridge.  She makes it every

morning at this time.  Let them eat their breakfast in peace.

Abner, if they’re supposed to be eating breakfast, why are they all

leaving their house?

Maybe they have a veterinarian appointments.  Or maybe they burned their

porridge and they’re going out for breakfast.  Or maybe their house is

on fire.  I’m sure they have a good reason that doesn’t involve us.

It looks like they’re going for a walk.  That’s unusual.

Walking is unusual?  Would you rather they run?

They don’t usually go for walks in the morning.  They usually walk in

the afternoon.

Maybe they saw you staring at them and decided to give you something to

gossip about.  They know how happy that makes you.

Well then, what do you say about that!

About what?

About that little girl.

What girl?

She’s heading toward the bear’s house.  She’s knocking.  She’s… she’s

going in!  The Bears aren’t home, but she just walked right in!

Maybe they hired her to clean.  Maybe she’s related.  Maybe she came,

saw the fire, and went in to put it out.

Their house is on fire?  We must call the fire department.

Do you see smoke?

No.

Then there’s no fire.

She’s breaking in.  She’s a burglar!  We must call the police!

When she walks out with their television, we’ll call the police.

But she’s a burglar!

How old is she?

About ten.

A ten-year-old burglar girl?  I doubt it.

You’re just… what was that?  I heard a crash!

Probably just branches hitting the house.

No, it came from the bear’s Place.

Then it’s none of our business.

None of our business?  If our neighbors heard crashing coming from our

house, wouldn’t you want them to help?

No.  It would probably just be you doing the dishes.  You’re a very

noisy dishwasher, you know.

Yes, but… look!  It’s the Bears!  They’re coming home!  Oh, that

girl?s going to get in trouble, you just wait.

Gladys, you…

Shhh!  I’m trying to hear what’s going on.

But…

Shhh!

Do you hear anything?

Nothing.

I told you.  She’s a relative.

I don’t.  Look at that!  I don’t believe it!

What?

That girl jumped out the second floor window!

So what?

Now would she do that if she were supposed to be there?

Okay Gladys, you can call the police.

I told you, Abner.

I know, Gladys.  I know.

About rockcanyon

Rick Walton has worked as a cook in a Mexican restaurant, a secretary, a missionary, an arts administrator, a school teacher, and a computer software writer and designer. But now he has the best job of all–writing for children. He is the author of over eighty books for children. His works include joke books, picture books, a collection of poetry, activity books, a play, mini-mysteries, and educational software. He loves to read, travel, play the guitar, study foreign languages, and write. Rick graduated from Brigham Young University in Spanish, with a Portuguese minor. His wife, Ann, is a computer programmer who has worked for IBM, Novell, and WordPerfect, and who nows works for Rick. They have five children. They live in a hodge-podge house on a secluded lot with a thousand trees, in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. View all posts by rockcanyon

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