Goldi decided to take the medium bed. It was adorned with a large and fluffy looking pillow and a bright floral quilt. She climbed into the bed and immediately sank into the mattress. She began to kick and thrash about, unable to get out of the clutches of the mattress. It was like quicksand, and she was stuck. "Somebody!" Goldie cried in her high pitched voice, "Help me, please!" She hollered and cried, even though she knew nobody would hear her. She was in the middle of the forest, and nobody was home. The little girl's hands clawed into the air, and then grabbed onto something. What was it? It was a hand...a furry hand. She knew it must be the bears, but she didn't care. She grabbed the hand, or paw, tightly and allowed herself to be pulled up out of the bed. Gasping, tears running down her face and the color of a tomato, Goldi Locks fell onto the floor. She was at the feet of Baby Bear, who was home earlier than his mother and father. "Well, hello there Goldi," the bear said in a sticky sweet voice. There was an evil grin on his face, and his beady black eyes seemed to be full of rage. "Did you have a good sleep? You sure are lucky my momma and papa aren't here..."
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