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Description

A classic telling of The Three Little Bears.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English (North American)

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American, US General American (GenAm), US West Coast (California, Portland)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter 18 The Story of the Three Bears. Once upon a time, there were three bears who live together in a house of their own in a wood. One of them was a little small we bear, and one was a middle sized bear, and the other was a great huge bear. They had each a pot for their porridge, a little pot for the little small we beer and a middle sized pot for the middle bear and a great pot for the great huge bear. And they had each a chair to sit in a little chair for the little small. We bear in a middle size chair for the middle bear and a great chair for the great huge bear. One day after they had made the porridge for their breakfast imported into their porridge pots, they walked out into the woods while the porridge was cooling that they might not burn their mouths by beginning to soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a little old woman came to the house. She could not have been a good, honest old woman. For first, she looked in at the window, and then she peeped in at the keyhole and see nobody in the house. She lifted the latch. The door was not fastened because the bears were good bears who did nobody any harm and never suspected that anybody would harm them. So the little old woman opened the door and went in and, well, pleased she was when she saw the porridge on the table. If she had been a good little old woman, she would have waited till the bears came home. And then perhaps they would have asked her to breakfast, for they were good bears a little rougher, so as the manner of bears is, but for all that very good natured and hospitable. But she was an impudent bad old woman and set about helping herself. So first she tasted the porridge of the great huge bear, and that was too hot for her. And she said a bad word about that. And then she tasted the porridge of the middle bear, and that was too cold for her. And she said a bad word about that, too. And then she went to the porridge of the little small. We bear and tasted that, and that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right, and she liked it so well that she ate it all up. But the naughty old woman said a bad word about the little porridge pot because it did not hold enough for her. Then the little old woman sat down in the chair of the great huge bear, and that was too hard for her. And then she sat down in the chair of the middle bear, and that was too soft for her. And then she sat down in the chair of the little small we bear, and that was neither too hard nor too soft, but just right. So she seated herself in it, and there she sat till the bottom of the chair came out and down. She came plump upon the ground, and the naughty old woman said a wicked word about that, too. Then the little old woman went upstairs into the bed chamber in which the three bears slept, and first she laid down upon the bed of the great huge bear. But that was too high at the head for her. And next she laid down upon the bed of the middle bear, and that was too high at the foot for her. And then she laid down upon the bed of the little small we bear. And that was neither too high at the head north, the foot, but just right. So she covered herself up comfortably and lay there till she fell fast asleep. By this time, the three bears thought their porridge would be cool enough, so they came home to breakfast. Now the little old woman had left the spoon of the great huge bear standing in his porridge. Somebody has been at my porridge, said the great huge bear in his great rough graph of voice. And when the middle bear looked at this, he saw that the spoon was standing in it too. They were wooden spoons. If they had been silver ones, the naughty old woman would have put them in her pocket. Somebody has been at my porridge, said the middle bear in his middle voice. Then the little small we bear looked at hiss and there was the spoon in the porridge pot. But the porridge was all gone. Somebody has been in my porridge and is eating it. Oh, up said the little small we bear in his little small. We voice upon this the three bears seeing that someone had entered their house and eaten up the little small we bears. Breakfast began toe. Look about them now. The little old woman had not put the hard cushion straight when she rose from the chair of the great huge bear. Somebody has been sitting in my chair, said the great huge bear in his great rough, gruff voice, and the little old woman had squatted down the soft cushion of the middle bear. Somebody has been sitting in my chair, said the middle bear in his middle voice. And you know what the little old woman had done to the third chair. Somebody has been sitting in my chair and has set the bottom out of it, said the little small We bear in his little small we voice. Then the three bears thought it necessary that they should make further search, so they went upstairs into their bed chamber. Now the little old woman had pulled the pillow off the great huge bear out of its place. Somebody has been lying in my bed Sub, the great huge bear in his great rough, gruff voice, and the little old woman had pulled the bolster of the middle bear out of its place. Somebody has been lying in my bed, said the middle bear in his middle voice. And when the little small we bear came to look at his bed, there was the bolster in its right place and the pillow in its place under the Bolster and upon the pell Oh was the little old woman's ugly, dirty head, which was not in its place, for she had no business there. Somebody has been lying in line bed and she is said the little small we bear in his little small we voice. The little old woman had heard in her sleep the great rough, gruff voice of the great huge bear. But she was so fast asleep that it was no more to her than the roaring of the wind or the rumbling of thunder. And she had heard the middle voice of the middle bear. But it was on Leah's if she had heard someone speaking in a dream. But when she heard the little small we voice of the little small we bear, it was so sharp and so shrill that it awakened her at once up she started, and when she saw the three bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled herself out of the other and ran to the window. Now the window was open because the bears, like good, tidy bears as they were, always opened their bed chamber window. When they caught up in the morning out, the little old woman jumped and whether she broke her neck in the fall or ran into the wood and was lost their or found her way out of the wood and was taken up by the constable and sent to the House of Correction for a vagrant, as she was, I cannot tell, but the Three Bears never saw anything more of her.