“ Well, do you think it will happen again THIS time, Dad?” asked Baby Bear. “Every time we go out for one of our walks, SOMEONE comes into the house and eats up all of MY porridge. Maybe we should start having pancakes.” “ It’s just part of life, son,” replied Papa Bear. “It was the same when I was your age. Every Saturday we’d have porridge and have to go out for a walk to let it cool and every Saturday, without fail, some little girl came and ate it all up and then we had to chase her out of the house. My dad said that it happened to him, as well. It’s part of being a bear”. Mama bear was right behind them, preparing to pick up the mess of the broken chair. Nothing could have prepared them for what they found in their kitchen. The porridge bowls were full and the chairs intact. “Something very strange is going on, Herb”, said Mama Bear, “Things aren’t as they should be. Every Saturday since Baby Bear was born, his porridge bowl has been empty and his chair has been broken. Today should be no different, but somehow, it is”. Papa Bear agreed and they began a search for clues.

Riley could hear them from her hiding place under the bed in Papa and Mama Bear’s room. What would she do? Oh, she REALLY wanted her Granny right now and told the big red bird so. “If you REALLY want your Granny, all you have to do is close your eyes and think about her really hard and she will be here. Your love will bring her here. “ Riley tried, but it didn’t work. “Just keep trying”, replied the big, red bird, confidently. “Granny, I WOVE you, WOTS and WOTS. Pwease come!!!” she pleaded. Riley didn’t feel very confident. She could hear the bears’ footsteps as they approached the top of the stairs.