Once upon a time, Goldilocks was nodding off in the perfect bed when she spotted a faintly recessed hatch in the wall.
Curious, she arose and opened it, revealing the most exquisite masks of uncannily tender leather.
She tried the left one: too dry and pruny.
Middle one: too moist and squelchy.
Right one: missing.
Just as she stood perplexed, the door opened and in sauntered three friendly-looking bears.
In fact, they were smiling with all their teeth.
Goldilocks held out a hand in greeting.
But the middle bear instead framed her face with its paws and snarled, “Just right.”
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