Posted in Fractured Fairy Tales & Nursery Rhymes



Baby Bear had refused to eat his breakfast saying he was fed up with porridge every morning. Mummy Bear, whose culinary skills were limited, was at a loss as to what else she could cook for her family. So Daddy Bear had been sent out into the forest to find them something different for their breakfast. There was a loud scraping noise outside and the front door of their small cottage burst open. There was Daddy Bear dragging a bedraggled Goldilocks behind him. Mummy Bear got out her recipe book wondering if the girl would taste better fried or boiled.


My Drabble Project – Day 27 Story 86



Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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