In a cozy forest, Goldilocks stumbled upon a charming cottage.

Curiosity twinkled in her eyes. She knocked gently, waiting. No answer.

The door creaked open. 'Hello?' she called. The house whispered back silence.

A delightful smell led her to three steaming bowls of porridge on the table.

The first bowl burned her tongue, 'Ouch!' The second too cold, she frowned.

The third was just right. Happily munching, she didn't notice her intrusion.

Then, Goldilocks saw three chairs. 'I'll rest,' she thought, approaching the largest one.

It was too high. The next, too soft. But the small chair felt perfect!

CRACK! The chair broke. 'Oh no!' she gasped, looking at the pieces.

Upstairs, tiredness nudged her. Three beds awaited. 'I'll just lie down a bit,' she yawned.

The first bed was a mountain, too hard. The second, a cloud, too soft.

Snuggled in the third, she sighed softly, drifting to dreams in the just-right bed.