Ashley Jensen - Goldilocks and Just the One Bear CBeebies Bedtime Stories

Oooh!

Hello. I'm Ashley.

I've made a mug of hot chocolate to enjoy before bedtime,

but it's too hot to drink.

I'll leave it to cool down for a bit.

While I wait, would you like to hear a bedtime story?

You would?

Great.

Well, tonight's bedtime story

is called Goldilocks

And Just The One Bear.

And it's by Leigh Hodgkinson.

Once upon a time

-there was this bear.

-HORNS BEEP

One minute he was lolloping about in the wood all happy-go-lucky,

the next minute he hadn't a crumb of a clue where he was.

He was one completely lost bear.

TRAFFIC ROARS

Bear didn't much like this place.

Too many bright lights and not enough twigs.

Too much honking and beeping,

and not nearly enough owl hooting.

The bear was also a teeny bit scared,

and his furry legs had gone slightly wobbly.

"Maybe the thing to do," said the bear, looking round,

"is to nip into Snooty Towers here

"and get away from this terrible racket."

But the spinny Snooty Towers door made the bear feel dizzy,

and being dizzy with wobbly legs was bad news.

BEAR SIGHS

What the bear needed was a little sit-down.

A little sit-down somewhere would definitely see him tickety-boo.

LIFT BELL RINGS

The bear peeped through a door

and thought how very pleasant it was up here.

"Not nasty and noisy like down there,"

thought the bear,

"just the place for a little sit-down."

All that whooshy travelling was certainly a hungry business.

So, before his little sit-down,

a spot of porridge seemed a good idea.

"Oh, this porridge is too soggy," said the bear.

"This porridge is too crunchy," said the bear.

"This porridge is a bit on the dry side," said the bear.

"But it's better than nothing."

Now the bear was ready for his little sit-down.

"This chair is too ouchy," said the bear.

"This chair is too noisy,"

-said the bear.

-CAT MEOWS

"This chair is just right," said the bear.

A little sit-down is all very well,

but what the bear needed to feel really tickety-boo

was a good old-fashioned lie-down in a comfy bed.

"This bed is too frothy," said the bear.

"This bed is too pink," said the bear.

"Oh!

"This bed is just right,"

yawned the bear.

And soon...

he nodded off.

The bear dreamt of crunching through leaves.

The bedroom of pottering about in his slippers.

The bedroom of a voice shouting very, very loudly,

"Somebody has been eating my fish bowl,"

said the daddy person.

"Somebody has been eating my dear little pumpkin's kitty nibbles,"

said the mummy person.

"And somebody has been eating my toast," said the little person,

"and they've eaten it all up."

Unfortunately, the bear was not dreaming at all.

He was wide awake.

And back in real life again.

"Somebody has squished my cactus," said the daddy person.

"Somebody has upset my dear little pumpkin," said the mummy person.

"And somebody has popped my beanbag," said the little person.

"Somebody has been sleeping in my bath," said the daddy person.

"Somebody has been sleeping in my bed," said the mummy person.

"Ssh!"

whispered the little person.

"I think that somebody is sleeping in my bed right now."

The bear peeked from underneath the duvet

to see a daddy person,

a mummy person,

and a little person, standing right there.

The bear thought that the mummy person

looked ever so slightly familiar.

Hmm.

And the mummy person thought that

scoffing other people's breakfasts,

breaking other people's stuff,

and snoozing in other people's beds,

seemed ever so slightly familiar too.

Then the penny dropped.

"Little bear?" said the mummy person.

"Goldilocks?" said the bear.

"Porridge?" asked Goldilocks.

The bear nodded.

So Goldilocks cooked up a big bowl and plonked it in front of him.

It was not too hot,

it was not too cold,

it was just right.

It made the bear almost forget about

that once upon a time when Goldilocks had behaved so badly,

This little bear would never dream of doing anything like that.

And although it had been good

to see Goldilocks living so happily ever after

with those charming people,

the bear decided it was time to go back home to the woods.

That story is called Goldilocks And Just The One Bear.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Now, grab your favourite teddy, and get cuddled up in bed.

Sleep tight, and I'll be back soon for another bedtime story.