Who would guess that behind a sweet facade of ribbons and lace lurked a hardened criminal? This wasn’t her first crime. She’d been suspected in others–a glass slipper gone missing…golden eggs misplaced…poison apples in the wrong hands. No copper in his right mind could imagine a six-year-old with such fiendish cunning–not without previous experience in the public school system. In the end, the blame was always pinned on an unfortunate bystander, frequently an older woman who happened to be so strapped for cash that she was forced to live in the forest in a house she baked and iced herself.
No, this wasn’t the first time Goldilocks (an alias) framed someone, but it was the first time she crossed The Bears. These weren’t just any bears. They were serious bears in silly clothes. Bears get mean when they’re made to wear off-the-rack. They hadn’t had their morning porridge. Their blood sugar was low. They were cranky and hungry. The last thing you want is for them to surprise you in the act of trashing their home.
Goldilocks was brought to justice.