Once upon a time there was a golden haired girl named Goldilocks. Rebelling against her parents wishes she decided to meet her purple haired biker boyfriend, Gus in the woods. Along her path she came upon a small cottage and proceeded to do what I like to call, “breaking and entering”. Now before I carry on with the story, I would like to give you a little background on Miss Goldilocks. Goldilocks comes from a very proper and wealthy family. Her home is exquisitely fashioned with maids and waiters and all that comes with the financial stability of her CEO mogul father. So as you can imagine, viewing this small cottage with its quite different little furnishings was relatively a new and intriguing sight for her. To the left of her entrance was the kitchen, with a wobbly wooden table standing in the middle. On it were three bowls of porridge. Now you must know that earlier that day, Goldilocks threw a Mommy Dearest-like fit in refusing to eat the meal her nanny had prepared for her and so as you can imagine she was still quite hungry. And so she attempted, in her most spoiled, self entitled feeling, to eat from the first bowl.

                “This porridge is too hot!” she yelled.

And so she proceeded to taste from the second bowl.

                “This porridge is too cold!” she complained.

And so she moved on to the third bowl.

                “Ahh, finally this porridge is perfect,” she confirmed and ate.

Now to anyone reading, you may say how odd for someone to speak to them self this way, but I must warn you that Goldilocks had some mental issues, so don’t be too alarmed.

So, after eating someone else’s meal, she decided that she was feeling tired and would sit a little while to rest. She had seen three chairs in the living room when she entered the house and decided to go back and rest in one. The first chair she came to was a worn out Lazy Boy. So, she sat down but in doing so felt uncomfortable with the already established dent in it.