Once upon a time a fair young maiden was on her way to visit her grandmother. Of course in these times one always had to travel through thick, dark, dangerous woods to go anywhere. The young fair-haired girl took heart in her faith that nothing bad would come to her on her journey and ventured out. The path to grandmother's house was a long one. The maidens soon found herself begin to tire and feel hungry.
As though conjured from a wish, a large cottage loomed out in the distance. Now little Goldie-locks knew that she should never leave the path, lest she gets lost or harm found her. Never the less, she spurned her teachings and ventured off the path and into the dark woods.
The moment she left the path it seemed as though all light had vanished. All she could follow was a sliver of sun leading her to the cottage. Little Goldie-locks began to grow nervous. All her life she had heard the tales of wanderers who had strayed from the safe path through the woods. They often met violent and tragic ends.
Yet the moment her bright blue eyes set upon the cottage all these fears and thoughts were driven from her mind. The cottage was beautiful. Its exterior was built from the finest oak polished to gleam in the sunlight. The windows portrayed such vivid colors as they depicted scenes of woods. Those pictures must have been from far happier and livelier woods than these, Goldie-locks thought to herself. And the cottage door. The cottage door seemed to be carved from a solid slab of walnut, creating a sharp and eye-catching contrast to the rest of the exterior.
Goldie-locks approached the door, surely its owner would welcome her in and allow her to eat and rest before continuing her journey. She raised a flawless yet slightly tanned hand to the door and gently knocked. So well were the door hinges oiled, that at the slightest pressure of her knock it imminently swung open. Goldie-locks took the instant opening to mean that she was welcome to enter.
And what a wonderful host the owner of the house was. There were three chairs lined up near the entryway. They were of different sizes naturally to be able to seat all manner of guests. The first and largest of the chairs was so tall she had to climb a bit to get into it. This chair was so deep and hard… what kind of being could possibly be comfortable in it? The second chair was smaller and much softer. It wasn't even made of wood like the first. It was made of some sort of material that caused Goldie-locks to sink down far into the chair. It made her feel like she was being swallowed. The third and final chair might as well have been made to fit her very desires. It was small enough to comfortably fit her small frame. And it rocked. Goldie- locks was in bliss as she rocked back and forth in the chair. She rocked until the chair fell over, dumping her on the ground and shattering the chair.