Imagine something with me for a moment please.  You are a young girl living in a time and place far away from here and now.  You have thick golden locks of hair and large inquisitive blue eyes.  You love to explore and wander in the woods beyond your small back garden, but sometimes your explorations lead you into dangerous situations.  

One day you discover a secluded little cabin in the forest, the door left gaping.  You know you shouldn't go in, but the prospect of what could be inside is just too enticing.  

Right inside the door, you find a kitchen with three bowls of porridge sitting on the table.  You decide to taste them.  One is burning hot, one ice cold, and one finally tastes just right.  You can't help but devour the whole thing.  

When you're don you feel completely stuffed.  After wandering the house for a bit, you find a set of three beds upstairs.  Your stomach hurts a little, and the idea of laying down suddenly sounds wonderful.  You find that the first bed is stone stiff and the second is so soft as to become uncomfortable, but the third is finally perfect.  You lay down on your back and fall asleep immediately.  

When you wake up a few hours later, there are three monstrous bears towering over you.  They look furious, like they might just eat you.  As fast as possible, you lunge past the smallest bear and spring down the stairs to the door.  Heart beating fiercely, you don't stop running until you get home.  

author's note: my apologies if this is horrible. I normally never post first drafts of my short stories, but I don't really have time to edit this properly right now. I'll try to fix it later, but until then please put up with my crumminess.