@BearHouse

(by Simon Petrie, September 2010)

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“Someone’s been eating my porridge.”

“Someone’s been eating my porridge.”

“Someone’s been eating MY porridge,” said the smallest bear, stirring with his spoon, “and they–oh gross, is that an eyeball?”

They went through to the lounge.

“Someone’s been sitting in my chair,” huffed the father.

“Someone’s been sitting in my chair,” said the mother.

“Someone’s been sitting in MY chair–and um, yuck, what’s with the smelly green stuff?”

They followed a visceral trail upstairs to the bedroom.

“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed.”

“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed.”

“Someone’s been sleeping in MY bed, and–”

The little dead girl awoke, saw the bears looming, and screamed. She leapt from the sheets, raced downstairs, and ran from the dwelling as fast as her decaying legs would carry her.

And Moldilocks never went near the house of the three bears, ever again.

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4 responses

14 09 2010
Matt

Puntastic!

14 09 2010
simonpetrie

Thanks, Matt!

There’s a pun in today’s offering, also – but hopefully a less obtrusive example …

14 09 2010
Debbie

Awesome. Is it wrong that I really want an illustrated version of this tale?

14 09 2010
simonpetrie

Illustrations would be delicious — but alas, my skills do not extend in that direction …

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