Goldilocks did not like porridge. She did not like breaking into people’s houses. She didn’t like doing a lot of things she did, but for survival she would do anything. It wasn’t her fault no one locked their doors. But the three little bears house, that was her own fault. She knew she shouldn’t have fallen asleep, but the bed was just too comfortable for words. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was done. Luckily she made it out of there unscathed thanks to that woodsman who heard her cries for help. Now she would stay with him a day or two, wait until he was asleep, rob him blind, and leave.  Just another days work.