The Story of the Three Bears: English Fairy Tales, by Joseph Jacobs

Twenty-Five

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

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For this story, we are doing with the valuable letter “e”. Good luck with the read!

The Story of the Three Bears

(as found at http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/eft/eft19.htm )



ONC upon a tim thr wr Thr Bars, who livd togthr in a hous of thir own, in a wood. On of thm was a Littl, Small, W Bar; and on was a Middl-sizd Bar, and th othr was a Grat, Hug Bar. Thy ach had a pot for thir porridg, a littl pot for th Littl, Small, W Bar, and a middl-sizd pot for the Middl Bar, and a grat pot for th Grat, Hug Bar. And thy ach had a chair to sit in; a littl chair for th Littl, Small, W Bar; and a middl-sizd chair for the Middl Bar; and a grat chair for the Grat, Hug Bar. And thy ach had a bd to slp in; a littl bd for th Littl, Small, W Bar; and a middl-sizd bd for the Middl Bar; and a grat bd for th Grat, Hug Bar.

On day, aftr thy had mad th porridg for thir brakfast, and pourd it into thir porridg-pots, thy walkd out into th wood whil th porridg was cooling, that thy might not burn thir mouths, by bginning too soon to at it. And whil thy wr walking, a littl old Woman cam to the hous. She could not hav been a good, honst old Woman; for first sh lookd in at the window, and thn she ppd in at th kyhol; and sing nobody in the hous, sh liftd th latch. Th door was not fastnd, bcaus th Bars wr good Bars, who did nobody any harm, and nvr suspctd that anybody would harm thm. So th littl old Woman opnd th door, and wnt in; and wll plasd sh was whn she saw the porridg on the tabl. If sh had bn a good littl old Woman, sh would hav waited till th Bars cam hom, and thn, prhaps, thy would hav askd hr to brakfast; for thy wr good Bars–a littl rough or so, as the mannr of Bars is, but for all that vry good-naturd and hospitabl. But sh was an impudnt, bad old Woman, and st about hlping hrslf.

So first sh tastd the porridg of th Grat, Hug Bar, and that was too hot for hr; and sh said a bad word about that. And thn she tastd the porridg of th Middl Bar, and that was too cold for hr; and sh said a bad word about that, too. And thn sh wnt to the porridg of th Littl, Small, W Bar, and tastd that; and that was nither too hot nor too cold, but just right; and sh likd it so wll that sh ate it all up: but th naughty old Woman said a bad word about th littl porridg-pot, bcaus it did not hold nough for hr.

Thn th littl old Woman sat down in th chair of th Grat, Hug Bar, and that was too hard for hr. And thn she sat down in th chair of th Middl Bar, and that was too soft for hr. And thn she sat down in th chair of th Littl, Small, W Bar, and that was nither too hard, nor too soft, but just right. So sh sated hrslf in it, and thr sh sat till th bottom of th chair cam out, and down sh cam, plump upon th ground. And th naughty old Woman said a wickd word about that, too.

Thn th littl old Woman wnt upstairs into th bd-chambr in which th thr Bars slpt. And first sh lay down upon the bd of th Grat, Hug Bar; but that was too high at th had for hr. And nxt sh lay down upon th bd of th Middl Bar, and that was too high at th foot for hr. And thn she lay down upon th bd of th Littl, Small, W Bar, and that was nither too high at th had nor at th foot, but just right. So sh covrd hrslf up comfortably, and lay thr till sh fll fast aslp.

By this tim th Thr Bars thought thir porridg would b cool nough, so thy cam hom to brakfast. Now th littl old Woman had lft th spoon of th Grat, Hug Bar, standing in his porridg.

‘Sombody has bn at my porridg!’ said th Grat, Hug Bar, in his grat, rough, gruff voic. And whn the Middl Bar lookd at his, h saw that the spoon was standing in it, too. Thy wr woodn spoons; if thy had bn silver ons, th naughty old Woman would hav put thm in hr pockt.

‘Sombody has bn at my porridg!’ said th Middl Bar in his middl voic.

Thn th Littl, Small, W Bar lookd at his, and thr was th spoon in th porridg-pot, but th porridg was all gon.

‘Sombody has bn at my porridg, and has atn it all up!’ said the Littl, Small, W Bar, in his littl, small, w voic.

Upon this th Thr Bars, sing that somon had ntrd thir hous, and atn up th Littl, Small, W Bar’s brakfast, bgan to look about thm. Now th littl old Woman had not put th hard cushion straight whn sh ros from th chair of th Grat, Hug Bar.

‘Sombody has bn sitting in my chair!’ said th Grat, Hug Bar, in his grat, rough, gruff voic.

And te littl old Woman had squattd down th soft cushion of th Middl Bar.

‘Sombody has bn sitting in my chair!’ said th Middl Bar, in his middl voic.

And you know what th littl old Woman had don to th third chair.

‘Sombody has bn sitting in my chair and has sat th bottom out of it!’ said th Littl, Small, W Bar, in his littl, small, w voic.

Thn th thr Bars thought it ncessary that thy should mak furthr sarch; so thy wnt upstairs into thir bd-chambr. Now th littl old Woman had pulld th pillow of th Grat, Hug Bar out of its plac.

‘Sombody has bn lying in my bd!’ said th Grat, Hug Bar, in his grat, rough, gruff voic.

And th littl old Woman had pulld th bolstr of th Middl Bar out of its plac.

‘Sombody has bn lying in my bd!’ said th Middl Bear, in his middl voic.

And whn the Littl, Small, W Bar cam to look at his bd, thr was th bolstr in its right plac, and th pillow in its plac upon the bolstr; and upon th pillow was th littl old Woman’s ugly, dirty had–which was not in its plac, for sh had no businss thr.

‘Sombody has bn lying in my bd–and hr sh is!’ said th Littl, Small, W Bar, in his littl, small, w voic.

Th littl old Woman had hard in hr slp th grat, rough, gruff voic of th Grat, Hug Bar; but sh was so fast aslp that it was no mor to hr than th roaring of wind or th rumbling of thundr. And sh had hard th middl voic of th Middl Bar, but it was only as if sh had hard somon spaking in a dram. But whn she hard th littl, small, w voic of th Littl, Small, W Bar, it was so sharp, and so shrill, that it awaknd hr at onc. Up sh startd; and whn she saw th Thr Bars on on sid of th bd, sh tumbld hrslf out at th othr, and ran to the window. Now th window was opn, bcaus th Bars, lik good, tidy Bars as thy wr, always opnd thir bd-chambr window whn thy got up in th morning. Out th littl old Woman jumpd; and whthr sh brok hr nck in th fall; or ran into th wood and was lost thr; or found hr way out of the wood, and was takn up by th constabl and snt to th Hous of Corction for a vagrant as sh was, I cannot tll. But th Thr Bears nvr saw anything mor of hr.

Th nd


(I know it was not th ‘intndd’ idea for th prompt, but it was fun!)


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”

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