There once lived three bears in the coziest hut you could imagine in a forest.

One day you were out exploring the woods and you chanced upon that very hut. It was quiet - and there, the wooden door was ajar. Curious; you entered the hut.

There were three carved-out bowls on a sturdy table, three wooden chairs and three beds.

Ah! There's porridge. You picked up Papa Bear's large spoon and dipped it into the large bowl, brought it to your lips and dropped it. "Too hot!"

Mama Bear's was too cold.


And you took a sip from Baby Bear's porridge. It feels, strange. You took another spoonful. Brows crossing, you let your culinarial tastebuds work their magic.



Two parts sadness to one part desperation and three parts derangement - it was a hodgepodge alright.