Write three small stories
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Once upon a time there were three bears, who lived together in a house of their own in a wood. One of them was a little, small wee bear; one was a middle-sized bear, and the other was a great, huge bear.
One day, after they had made porridge for their breakfast, they walked out into the wood while the porridge was cooling. And while they were walking, a little girl came into the house. This little girl had golden curls that tumbled down her back to her waist, and everyone called her by Goldilocks.
Goldilocks went inside. First she tasted the porridge of the great, huge bear, and that was far too hot for her. And then she tasted the porridge of the middle bear, and that was too cold for her. And then she went to the porridge of the little, small wee bear, and tasted that. And that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right; and she liked it so well, that she ate it all up.
Then Goldilocks went upstairs into the bed chamber and first she lay down upon the bed of the great, huge bear, and then she lay down upon the bed of the middle bear and finally she lay down upon the bed of the little, small wee bear, and that was just right. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there until she fell fast asleep.
By this time, the three bears thought their porridge would be cool enough, so they came home to breakfast.
“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY PORRIDGE!” said the great huge bear, in his great huge voice.
“Somebody has been at my porridge!” said the middle bear, in his middle voice.
Then the little, small wee bear looked at his, and there was the spoon in the porridge pot, but the porridge was all gone.
“Somebody has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!” said the little, small wee bear, in his little, small wee voice.
Then the three bears went upstairs into their bedroom.
“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!” said the great, huge bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.
“Somebody has been lying in my bed!” said the middle bear, in his middle voice.
And when the small, wee bear came to look at his bed, there was the bed cover in its place, and the angelic face of a little girl snoring away, fast asleep.
“Somebody has been lying in my bed, and here she is!” Said the little, small wee bear, in his little, small wee voice.
Goldilocks jumped off the bed and ran downstairs, out of the door and down the garden path. She ran and she ran until she reached the house of her grandmama. When she told her grandmama about the house of the three bears who lived in the wood, her granny said: “My my, what a wild imagination you have, child!”
1) A story of two bestfriends -
The two bodies who became one soul after a term, may be short or long..
They have mismatching choices, inspite of which the attraction and love makes their choices equal...
They remain with eachother in hard times in funny moments making lots of memory...
2)Success and pride-A fascinating story
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a
homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and
walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's
outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such
backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably
didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.
She frowned. "We want to see the president," the man said softly.
"He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady
replied. For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple
would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the
secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president,
even though it was a chore she always regretted to do. "Maybe if they
just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. And he
sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance
obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, but he detested
gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple.
The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year.
He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was
accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a
memorial to him, somewhere on campus."
The president was not touched; he was shocked. "Madam," he said
gruffly. "We can't put up a statue for every person who attended
Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery".
"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue.
We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The
president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and
homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any
earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a
half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard." For a moment the
lady was silent. The president was pleased. He could get rid of them
now. And the lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it
costs to start a University? Why don't we just start our own?" Her
husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and
bewilderment. And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away,
travelling to Palo Alto, California where they established the
University that bears their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no
longer cared about.
"You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat
those who can do nothing for them or to them.
3) Love of mother -
Once a little boy told his mom,"Mummy, here is my list, I helped you to clean the kitchen -10rs/
for marketing -15rs/
For gardening -20rs/
For baby sitting of Sam-45rs/
All total 90rs/ of the day, you have to pay it to me. "
On seeing this mother told, "My dear son, when you are inside my womb I faced a lot of problems while walking and other activities, but am not going to tell you to pay for it..
When you used to cry in night being a kid, I lost my sleep for about half a yearly night, but am not going to tell you to pay for it....
when father scolded you I defended, I helped you in doing homeworks and now facing a lot of problems while cooking for you, but am not going to tell you to pay for it... "
Listening all these the child burst into tears and hugged her mom realising his mistake and wring words.. He apologised for that... But his mom told "It's okay my dear, you are my son, you belongs to me"
Really love of mother is something unpayable....