Thread: Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - (Quix and Cyanide)

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide Papa released his grip on Walt's lapel as they approached the door, and lifted one to finger to his lip in a gesture that told his son remain silent. Stealthily, they approached the entrance, and Papa warily pushed the door the rest of the way open, and stepped over the threshold. The foyer was empty, as was the living room, but from the far side came a noise. The two men tensed, then hurried further in, to see the Laundry door opening. Their held their breath, then both exhaled loudly at the same time as Edmund stepped into view. He'd entered through the back door. No-one outside, Papa . His eyes darted around the room, then widened as they came to rest upon the sheep-skin covered benches. The tone of his voice evidenced his surprise. But it appears someone has been sitting on our sofa. Papa had noted that himself, and though angry at the invasion of privacy, he displayed no sign of the nerves that were in Edmund's tone. Men of his age and size didn't frighten easily. Indeed it does. Boys, go check upstairs Okay, Papa . Walt, the more impulsive of the two quickly joined his brother and grabbed his arm. Within seconds they had bounded up the steps. Alone, Papa took in the rest of the living area, then entered the kitchen. 'Who's been eating our food? He muttered to himself as his gaze fell upon the crumbs of cheese scattered on the kitchen counter-top and floor. Crumbs which hadn't been there when they'd left. He looked around for a few more seconds, then satisfied the kitchen held no more surprises, nor the bathroom or laundry - as Walt had come through them on his way in - Papa began to make his way to the only room unchecked. As he approached the Master bedroom, he paused to listen to his son's call down from the second floor, first Walt, then Edmund, and absently scanned the living room again. Someone has been sleeping in my bed, but there's no-one here now. And mine. Nor here It was then that Papa noticed the boots against the front door, and his heart jumped. Not his, nor his son's. From their size, they could belong only to a woman or child. This was becoming curiouser and curiouser. What sort of villain broke into a persons house, only to eat their food, and sleep on their beds? Papa shook his head in confusion, but was no longer tense. Any semblance of danger had passed, and he just wanted to get to the bottom of things. Papa pointed the boots out to his son's as they returned downstairs, then motioned for them to join him. The Master Bedroom was sparsely furnished, and at first glance appeared empty. Rupert smiled as his eyes landed on the four-poster bed, and the gap between mattress and floor. Unless the intruder had escaped bare-footed, with the rest of the cottage confirmed empty, it was the only possible hiding place left. Papa bear dropped to his knees, and reached in to the space. His voice echoed off the walls as he wiggled his arm, and his fingertips brushed against something soft and warm. Skin. Well, well, what do we have here . In a flash, his fingers snapped closed, around what felt to be a slim ankle, and he began to drag the intruder out. Who is it that's been sleeping on my bed? The two boys stood watching, breath held in anticipation.