The Trespasser

Posted by hannahpaskal on February 8, 2010 in Fiction |

Beyond the lake of shining water, lived a little girl named Samantha. Her hair was notably golden as the sun danced upon it. Samantha truly enjoyed strolling through the dense woods scouting for surprising adventures. Freely skipping on her path, she came upon a cool looking house, which was made of logs.

Knocking on the lovely purple door, there was no answer, so she invited herself in. Because she was so hungry, she took a bite of the first bowl of porridge and it was seriously hot. The next bowl was surprisingly cold, but the last was excellent!

Feeling a bit exhausted she trudged into the living room and after trying each chair, she finally discovered the most comfortable when all of a sudden, it broke into dust. Picking herself up, she bravely scurried upstairs to the bedroom to find three beds. The initial one was as hard as a rock, the next was so soft, she fell straight to the ground. As she lay suspiciously on the last bed, she soon found herself dozing off.

BAM! The door flew open and three bears strolled into their kitchen. The dad yelled,” I’ve got some porridge missing!” Mama gasped, “A little is gone from mine as well!  “There’s none in my bowl,” squeaked baby bear.

As they investigated further into the living room, mama and papa’s chairs were disheveled and baby bears chair was in pieces, scattered everywhere! Being very cautious, the three stomp curiously upstairs only to find papa and mama’s baby’s room lightly messy. Baby bear immediately hollered, “Someone is in my bed!” Samantha awoke and screamed, “HELP!” She hopped up, ran down the stairs and out the door, never to trespass in that log house again.

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