I see Jack picking up a spoon.
Is he about to eat some porridge?
Jack: It smells so good.
And I am very hungry.
Maybe we could just eat a little.
Polly: Good idea. We won't eat too much.
Jack: This porridge is too hot.
Polly: This porridge is too cold.
Jack: Mmm. This is just right.
Polly: Mmm. It tastes so good.
Jack: I'm full now. We should go.
Someone might find us.
Polly: Eating all that porridge made me tired.
Jack: Me too. Maybe we could lie down.
Just for a few minutes.
Polly: Ugh. This bed is too hard.
Jack: Hmm. This bed is too soft.
Jack: Ahh. This bed is just right.
Polly: Yes.
Mama Bear: Roar! Who came into our house?
Papa Bear: Oh no! Could it be a g-ghost?
Baby Bear: I hope not!
Polly: Jack, wake up! Someone is here!
Jack: Yes, and they're . . . bears!
Uh-oh! Three bears live in this house.
And Mama Bear looks mad!