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

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide Thwack. Owwww. What was that for, Papa? Thwack. And one for you, too. The siblings stood with their hands rubbing the back of their heads, faces scrunched up, not in pain, but in confusion, as all three stared at the piece of the young woman's skirt which hung from the window sill, under the flapping curtain. Look at what you've gone and done . Papa glared at his two son's, as he stalked to the window and ripped the curtain aside, so all could watch as Golidlocks scampered across the fields towards the trees. You've frightened her almost to death. But Papa it was your idea, you said we could take her. Rupert Bear rolled his eyes, and let the curtain drop, so that he could approach Walt, and give him another smack upside the head. It was a tactic, boys. I was trying to get her to talk. How many times have I told you about GrandPapa, and the man he was? Do you think he'd take young women against their will? No, he was a hero. If he could hear you right now, he'd be spinning in his grave. Papa's voice grew louder and his face turned red with anger. What are you waiting for? Go find the poor little thing. She's obviously in trouble. Yes, Papa. Yes, Papa. The boys needed no further encouragement. It wasn't their father's fury they were afraid of, but the knowledge that if they delayed another moment, it might be too late to find her. Then, they'd most likely be forced to endure the night listening to Papa regale them with tales of their Grandfather's heroics. Tales they'd heard a million times before. A split second later, Walt dived through the open window, curled up into a ball, somersaulted onto the grass, and sprung to his feet. Edmund was right behind him. Papa used the door. By the time Rupert had stepped outside, his son's were racing into the forest and closing in on the young, bare-footed girl. Papa could hear branches snap, twigs creak, and small forest animals squeak and bark in fear, at the noise the three humans were making. He raised his hands to his mouth, and used them as a microphone as he slowly began to jog. In a different direction. Don't hurt her. The boys panted and puffed, as the forest became denser. Edmund stopped to pull the piece of skirt from the tree, and both of them went silent. His eyebrow cocked and he held a finger to his lips as the sound of Goldilocks footsteps grew fainter, then ceased all together. She's stopped , whispered Walt, as he glanced at the point where he'd last caught a glimpse of her. Let's split up. Their own hair matted with sweat from their exertions, and chests heaving, the two young men began to move in different directions, bent at the knees, and walking on tip-toes, doing their best to remain silent as they circled their prey. In the meantime, Papa Bear had gauged her speed and direction, and cut a diagonal path through the trees. It was he who first saw her. Bare-footed, her dress torn, and half covered in mud. He moved in as far as he could without drawing attention, and looked up to see the boys approaching. His voice was low and soft as he stepped into view, and he held his hands up in a gesture of conciliation. I'm sorry, don't be scared. I promise we won't hurt you. Tell us what trouble you're in, and maybe we can help.