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In The Beginning There Was A Goat Named Blue

Isn’t Blue adorable? She had two little girls this year, Cocoa and Zanzi. I’m naming all the goats born this year after bugs. If you can guess where I got those two names, I will know we are destined to be friends! Anyway, this is a post I wrote a while ago about how I get my story ideas; Blue was the inspiration for a 90K manuscript I hope to be worthy of submitting to agents by the end of this year. If it gets published, I might have to give her a commission.

I love it when Mez’s posts segue perfectly into what I’ve been thinking about! I would say great minds think alike, but I think it’s more like crazed, fantasy writing obsessed minds think alike, and that doesn’t sound quite as flattering. Oh well, at least it’s honest!

Mez posted some great tips on getting your creativity going, and I’m going to go from there. So let’s start from the very beginning…your very basic story idea. This is where observation and the ‘What if’ question comes in. We all get our ideas from different places since we are all different, so I’m just going to tell you where I got some of my ideas, and maybe that will give you some inspiration where to find yours!

If you read the About Us page, you know I raise dairy goats. Here’s how to get a fantasy story from goats! I have a cute little goat named Shining Bluestar. I just call her Blue. That’s her pictured above. Forgive the bad photo; she doesn’t stand still for more than a nanosecond! So Blue and I were going through our nightly routine, which goes something like this:

Me: Come on, Blue, time to get off the milk stand!

Blue: But I’m still hungry!

Me: Blue, there is water outside for you to drink. Come on.

Blue: But I want THIS water!

Me: BLUE! Come ON! Your sisters are already outside. LET’S GO!!

Blue: Hey, what’s that??

You get the idea. Since this is a nightly routine, my mind was wandering (a great thing for a mind to do!) and I got to thinking about Blue’s name. I’ve heard of lots of animals named Blue, but I would never name a goat Yellow or Orange, and I was wondering why that was. Then I backed up and wondered what a human named Blue would be like. The idea intrigued me, so while I milked my next group, I imagined a girl named Blue. Like my goat, she would be small but a force to be reckoned with. Like me, she would like fantasy animals, so I decided she wanted to be a cryptozoologist. A quick check on that told me it wasn’t what I thought it was (Big Foot and Nessie, not fairies and unicorns) but I liked the idea so much, I kept it.

By 2:00 AM (NOT a good idea, by the way) I had a pretty good idea who Blue was: a 17 year old blonde with blue eyes, not even five feet tall, who wants to be a cryptozoologist when she graduates, despite the fact her teachers discourage her. I knew her backstory and the guy she is going to fall in love with. What’s going to happen in Blue’s story? I HAVE NO IDEA!! But I have a character ready to go on an adventure because I asked “What if” in a completely random way.

Here’s a little exercise for you using “What if.” Open a document on your computer or turn to a blank page in your journal, and get ready. Imagine you’re sitting somewhere, maybe in a doctor’s office or a coffee shop, and you look over to see a small girl talking to her stuffed bear. Not just talking to it, you realize, but having a full on conversation with it.

So here’s your “What if.” What if the teddy bear is actually talking to her? What if she isn’t pretending, but having an actual conversation? How is this possible? Write down the first idea you think of.

Got it? Good! Now write down nine more. Go now, fast! Be creative, silly, scary, random, not even possible, just get down nine more ideas as fast as you can. If you have to, set a timer for 2 minutes and get those ideas down in that time. If you get stuck, look around. I find looking away from my screen or page helps!

If you are like me, the first five are easy. The next two are harder. The last ones get weird. But the very last one I came up with is the most interesting. I could definitely make a story out of it. I’ll post mine in the comments, feel free to post yours to!

There are things happening all around you that can inspire a story as long as you are looking for them and willing to ask “What if.” And to think way, way out of the box!

I also look to other books and movies for inspiration. Note, I am not talking about using other people’s ideas. But sometimes there is just a certain aspect of a book that resonates with you. I read a book years ago, and I found I really liked the idea of a werewolf guiding a girl through a forest. Random, right? But that idea led to another story I am working on now. It looks nothing like the book I read. (If anyone knows what book I am talking about, please tell me, I can’t remember! It’s got two simultaneous stories going on, one in our world, one in a fantasy realm. The real world story has a girl looking for her brother and the fantasy has a girl looking for a kidnapped dragon baby with the werewolf helping. I read it almost 10 years ago and really liked it!)

Anyways, back on track, while that book inspired me, I made sure my story was mine, not a variation of the book I read. I love rewriting books and movies in my head, and sometimes I realize what is in my head is no longer anything like how it started.

So here’s another exercise! Pick a movie or a book. What would you change about it? I usually start by making sure the main character is a girl, but that’s just me! Was there a certain scene in the book you absolutely loved…if only the author had done this instead? Write it the way you would have done it. You may not be able to use any of this, but follow the rabbit trail. If you change that scene, what else changes? Keep going and you may eventually find you’ve created a whole new story. I want to reiterate, plagiarism is bad! But take inspiration where you can get it.

One last one! Sometimes all it takes is a phrase or a sentence. Something you just like the sound of. I read a book about a girl trying to save her family home, a crumbling castle. I finished the book, opened a word document, and wrote this sentence:

I live in a castle.

Simple, right?

For some reason, I tend to start writing in first person, present tense, and end up writing in third person past tense. I’m weird. Anyway, I had the mysterious ‘I’ describe the castle a bit. Then tried to figure out who ‘I’ was. The princess? Nah, not feeling it. A servant? Cliché. So my next sentence was written.

I’m not the princess or a servant. No, I’m the castle…

In an effort to figure it out, I started listing everyone who might be in a castle. Guess what I went with! The castle cat. Yep, ‘I’ was a cat. And from that first short sentence, a trilogy was born. Crazy!

So keep an ear out. Sometimes you hear or think of something that would make a wonderful first sentence. I didn’t keep any of the stuff I wrote at first, but doesn’t matter, I had the idea. And make sure you write it down. It is beyond frustrating to come up with a sentence perfectly phrased, then realize you can’t remember the exact wording!

So there you go, some weird ways I came up with story ideas! Stay tuned for my next few posts. I’ll write about some ways to start your stories, end them, and maybe even how you can get through the hardest part, the middle of a story.

Write on!

Check This Out!!

So Mez discovered a new blog/ website and shared it with me, and I am in love. It’s called Prolifiko and it’s a site dedicated to helping writers meet their goals and finish projects.

FINISH PROJECTS!!

That is where I have a hard time. Come up with a story idea? I got dozens. Starting the draft? No problem, my fingers itch to type/write it down. Plotting it out and fashioning characters? Love it. Actually finishing? Yeah…my current project is eight years old.

EIGHT YEARS.

What is wrong with me?!

But this cool new blog has tips to help writers be more productive and to develop regular writing habits. They also have a five day writing challenge and I’ve signed up for it as of today. I’m telling all of you so I’m more accountable. My goal: finish rough editing the 45,000 words I wrote last year of my manuscript Fey.  So, um, this is the story I was supposed to finish last October. I’m hanging my head in shame. But I’m once again attempting to finish!

So check out Prolifiko here and let us know what you think of it!

The Mystery Blogger Award

So co-writing a blog from two continents can be a little tough sometimes, so it took us a little while to respond to Nandini’s tag, but here it is! And we sincerely thank you for such an awesome tag.

Thank you, Nandini!

If you haven’t already, check out her blog here. It’s one of my absolute favorites!

And just what is The Mystery Blogger Award? Well, here it is in the creator’s own words:

“The Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.” 

-Okoto Enigma

Thanks for creating this award and Mez and I are thrilled to be nominated! Here’s a link to Okoto Enigma’s blog.

Here are the rules for this award. Who knew these things have rules?!

  1. Display the award logo on your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  3. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link.
  4. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  5. Answer 5 questions from the nominee.
  6. Nominate 10-20 bloggers.
  7. Notify your nominees by leaving a comment on their blog.
  8. Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice, including 1 weird or funny question.
  9. Share the link to your best post.

Rules 1-3, done!

So three things about me and Mez…let’s see…

1.  We love Pride and Prejudice, especially the 1995 movie adaptation. I can’t tell you how many times we have watched that 6 hour movie, pausing when Mr. Darcy give Elizabeth the look after the saves Georgiana from embarrassment. Swoon!

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2.  We love to travel. Really, who doesn’t? But traveling together, we’ve gone to France, Switzerland, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, and several places throughout England, including Lyme, Bath, Oxford, Stratford-upon-Avon, and London of course!

3.  We have a bit of a strange meeting up story. Before we met each other, we both lived in the same tiny town. Mez went to a different school, so we never met up. Then Mez moved and eventually became home-schooled. When she did, I switched to the school she had gone to! After that, at least 2-3 people from my home town asked me if I knew her, and I began to get rather irritated at this girl I didn’t know because no, I didn’t know her, stop asking! But she came back to school and we became friends before I fully usrealized, oh, she’s that girl. And the rest, as they say, is history!

And now, here are our answers to Nandini’s questions:

What is the last book you read that you would recommend to everyone who reads?

Mez: Just finished Lucy Strange’s debut MG novel The Secret of Nightingale Wood and was well impressed. I haven’t reviewed it just yet, but definitely recommend it.

Bri: Mine is a reread, but I just finished for the fifth or sixth time The True Meaning of Smekday. It is such a fun read and Tip is a hilarious, sarcastic, clever narrator.

What song is stuck in your head currently?

Mez: Slightly embarrassing, but my husband and I have been binge watching Flight of the Concords lately, so pretty much any of their songs is game to pop into my head throughout the day.

Bri: Mine is even more embarrassing than Mez’s. This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween! The Nightmare Before Christmas, one of my favorite movies and favorite soundtracks to listen to while I milk the goats.

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What is your most anticipated movie of 2017?

Mez: It was Beauty and the Beast, but looking ahead, I’m super excited to see the film adaptation of Wonder in November (especially because I’m reading it right now!)

Bri: Same here with Beauty and the Beast! Now it’s A Monster Calls. I actually own it, just haven’t had the right time to watch it.

What game(s) did you love to play as a child?

Mez: Anything involving the outdoors and make-believe. I seem to remember my siblings and I wandering around the woods as orphans a lot of the time.

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Bri: We had a little ‘tree house’ (it wasn’t in a tree but on stilts) with a rope swing hanging from a tree. There we were fairies, princesses, and super heroes. We spent hours out there, imagining stories. Eventually I started writing them down, and that’s where it all started!

 

If you were to be stuck in one city (or town or village) of your choice for the rest of your life, which would it be?

Mez: Golly, that’s a tough one! But I’ve got to go with Oxford, England. Ok, it’s not the most exotic, but it’s nostalgic and magical and it just feels like home.

Bri: Assuming I could speak the language and my family could visit, I would have to say Paris. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there, but I loved it. Absolutely loved it, the architecture, the gardens, the food, and just the overall vibe.

Now for our nominees:

 

– Briana & Krista @ Pages Unbound
– Ami @ Luvtoread
– Loonyloonyvish @ Idlejabber 
– Katie Grace @ A Writer’s Faith
And here are your questions!
  1. Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert (or a little of both)?
  2. How do you get through writer’s block?
  3.  Coffee or tea and how do you drink it?
  4. What are your writing goals for this year?
  5. Fun question: If your could have any super power, what would it be? And would you be a hero, villain, or just have some fun?
Finally, a link to our best posts. That’s a tough one… I think I’ll pick Someday and Daily Doses of Magic.
Whew! Just about done. This was a bit exhausting, but a lot of fun! I hope everyone is having a great week. Can you believe we are heading into June, almost half way through the year! And Mez will be stateside soon!! Something to really look forward to. Night (or morning) everyone!

And Now for Bri’s Perfect Story

It always makes me smile how similar and different Mez and I are. Some points on her 5 Ingredients of the Perfect Book I agree whole heartedly with. Others…not so much. So here’s my list!

A Strong Hero

Mez wrote about how she likes humble heroes, the ones who get “swept up in adventures” and I totally agree. I love books where the characters are like ‘wait, what?’ and suddenly find themselves in crazy situations. But I also want them to be decisive, brave, and independent. Cara deciding to jump from a bell tower despite all logic (Into the Land of the Unicorns by Bruce Coville), Krista storming a castle to rescue a prisoner simply because it is the right thing to do (Graceling by Kristin Cashore) and, of course, Harry Potter, thrust into a strange world with strange rules, and yet he not only thrives, he saves the world.

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Awesome Sidekicks

Again, a definite agreeing with Mez on this one, whether it is human or animal friendships. A good co-character can really make the hero shine. It gives them someone to banter with, to fight with and support them. Animals often give heroes a confidante and someone who protects them and needs protecting. Ron and Hermione are two of the best examples ever; without them, the Harry Potter series wouldn’t be nearly as fascinating. And Mongo, Maggie’s dog in Shadows by Robin McKinley, provides a lot of comic relief, as well as comforting Maggie when her life goes to pieces.

A Clean Plot

And here’s where we differ a bit. By clean, I mean not convoluted, epic, or political. Or, ahem, too much history. If it’s interwoven into the plot well, it’s all good, but no history for the sake of history. And absolutely no politics, either real or fiction. I put down The Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) for this reason. As for convoluted/epic…I am so sorry, but by that I mean things like Lord of the Rings. Too many people with too many plotlines. I don’t want to have to consult a character list every time the point of view changes because I can’t remember who it is or what’s going on. Again, so sorry to all you LOTR fans out there!

*This also applies to series. I greatly prefer standalone books or, at the very least, books that don’t end in cliffhangers.

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A Good Romance

Unless I’m reading a middle grade book, I expect some romance. My absolute favorite is when they start out hating each other and slowly come to like each other (Academy 7, Starflight, Spelled). And I absolutely abhor (that’s a great word, the perfect word) love triangles. Quick clarification, by this, I do not mean like Bella, Edward and Jacob. Let’s face it, as long as Edward was around, Jacob didn’t stand a chance. He was a rival, not part of a triangle. What I mean is the ‘Oh, I don’t know which guy to choose, so I’ll just string both along for the whole book’ thing. Just, no. Refer to the first point: Decisive characters rule.

Happy Endings

I demand happy endings in books. If I read a book and the ending is unhappy or unsatisfying, I will not read another by that author. I’m petty like that. And do not kill any of my favorite characters. J. K. Rowling gets away with it because, yeah, she’s amazing. But I’m still a little ticked at Alexandra Bracken for…something…in the Darkest Minds series. But I’ll get over it and finish the series eventually. I started it because I thought it was a standalone book…sigh.

That’s my list! The only thing I would add is, of course, fantasy and science fiction beat any other genre any day.

So what do you think of my list? Agree, disagree? Got any books you’ve read (or written) that fit my list? I’d love to hear about them!

My Favorite Author

 

So my favorite, all time, hands down favorite book is Pride and Prejudice. Classic, romance, literary. But my favorite author?

Dean Koontz.

In case you haven’t heard of him (I pity you) Dean Koontz writes science fiction thrillers (or just thrillers). When I read his books, I usually start at my own house and end up at my parents because I’m so scared! His books are incredible. I’ve read almost everything he’s written (over 60 books) and I love every one of them. I know when I get his newly published books, which I buy the day they come out of course, I know it’s going to be a great book.

Being a writer, I can’t just say I love his books, I have to figure out why I like them. So here’s why!

The Characters

His characters, from the protagonist, to the antagonist, to the most minor of characters, are all fascinating and distinct. His bad guys range from a sentient computer imprisoning a woman in her own home to power hungry men and women to a man’s own mind turned against him. Not to mention killer clowns, killer Nazis, and killer monsters. They are terrifying but written so well, also incredibly realistic. I never want to meet any of them.

But even better than the bad guys are the good ones. There’s the woman determined to save a girl based only on seeing her picture, the genius dog (literally), and the man who sees dead people. What I love about them all as a whole is their determination to do the right thing, usually for no other reason than that it is the right thing. You can’t help but root for them!

The Endings

I love happy endings and I want my favorite characters to survive the book, and, as a rule, Dean Koontz delivers. Not all of them, but the vast majority. Though his books are scary and violent, I know they are going to make it. It may not be a perfect ending, but it will be a satisfying one with all characters happy, or at least in a better place than they were. Except for The Bad Place. Didn’t see that coming.

The Scares

As long as I’m in a lit room with people, I like being scared. I watch scary movies when I fly because I’m surrounded my people! And Dean Koontz’s books can be terrifying. Is there anything scarier than people being evil for the sake of being evil? Probably a thing of relentless hunger and no empathy. Not only his characters are scary, but the way he writes makes it even more terrifying. So much fun!

The Laughs

Pretty self-explanatory, but it has to be a gift to write books that are both terrifying and hilarious!

The Dogs

Dean Koontz obviously loves dogs and they often show up as wonderful supporting characters in his books. Need I say more?

Now I want to reread some of them. Here are my favorites!

Relentless – A man, his wife, their genius son, and rather strange dog are on the run from a powerful organization. This is one of the funniest books he’s written!

Watchers – Einstein is a dog as smart as a person being hunted by a sadistic monster. This one is so heartwarming and Einstein is perfect.

Life Expectancy – The day he was born, Jimmy’s grandfather predicted five horrible days to occur in his life. And that’s also the day his troubles with a killer clown started. This book has one of the best first sentences ever written!

77 Shadow Street – The Pendleton is a large house converted into apartments with a strange, terrifying history and something strange is happening there again, something evil. This book terrified me!

 Of course there is also Lightning, Phantoms, The Good Guy, Cold Fire, By the Light of the Moon, and Tick Tock. I think I might reread Tick Tock tomorrow…or By the Light of the Moon.

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Who is your favorite author? Did they write your favorite book? Why do you like them and what book what would you recommend as a first time read trying out that author? Let us know in the comments!

 

Books, Books, Books!

Here at Brewhaha, Mez and I have mostly focused on writing, our thoughts and experiences as we try to become published authors. However, we both LOVE to read as well. So this month, we are celebrating our love of books! We’ll let you know our favorites reads, what we think makes up a good book, and what we’ve read recently or plan to read! We hope you’ll join in and let us know what you are reading as well! Mez and I are always looking for book recommendations. So stay tuned and have a good May, fellow readers!

 

No more NaNoWriMo in April!

So I learned my lesson…maybe. I always think I can do more than I can actually do. Obviously I’m talking about Camp NaNoWriMo and the fact I tried to do one during my busiest time of the year.

Utter. Fail.

I hate losing. It really burns me that I didn’t even come close to making it, but it really was out of reach. Late winter and spring is the busiest time of the year for me. In case you haven’t read the about us section, I raise dairy goats and it’s kidding season! So many kids, so many goats to milk. And the cleaning. I’m so far behind with the cleaning.  So even though I have most of my afternoons free (milking is morning and night!), I’ve been too tired to actually make myself work, as in write. Bad Bri!

But it’s okay. Because, you know, I’ve been playing with dozens of baby goats. I really do love my job! So while writing is on the back burner at the moment, I know I’ll have more time in the fall to really focus on it. Until then, I’ll have fun with some adorable baby goats and watch anime in my free time…and try to get at least some writing done!

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NaNoWriMo Camp Update

Morning and happy Easter (a day early)! Can you believe we are halfway through April?! It feels like just yesterday it was New Years… How is everyone’s years going? Sticking with your resolutions or did they fall away?

Me, I was doing okay. Then Spring happened which translates to kidding season with my goats. Baby goats EVERYWHERE!! I’m having a lot of fun, but it is a lot of work at the moment. And when I’m not working, I don’t really want to work more by writing. So I have been very bad and watching anime instead, specifically Inuyasha. I do not regret this. Okay, maybe a little.

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That said, we are entering the last half of April, so time for the procrastinator in me to rise and get in gear. I’ve only added about 1000 words to the manuscript I picked for NaNoWriMo Camp, still 49K to go. Can I do it? No clue. But I figure any writing is better than no writing!

Well, that’s my update. It’s 7:00 AM here in Georgia, time for me to head to the barn for the morning milking, then I want a nap! Er, I meant I’m going to sit and write. Right?

April Greetings!

Happy April! Has spring come to everyone? We are very green and have had some fun (and scary) storms. So it’s one in the morning here in Georgia. Why am I up late? Because there is a Camp NaNoWriMo going on, and I am determined to write at least a little every day, even if it’s just a couple hundred words. Mez is also joining me at camp, so wish us luck!

Fortunately for us, we held a Fairy Tale Competition last month, and to help us out with the blog, we will be posting our top four reimagined fairy tales each Monday, and a quick how we are doing on Friday. Thanks to everyone who participated!! So here is out first one, a reimagining of Goldilocks by Alex Thaxton!

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Goldilocks: The Untold Story

Re-imagined by: Alex Thaxton

    Once upon a time, in a land very far away, there lived a young girl with beautiful golden hair… Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.  I’m sure you have, in some way or another, but I’m not here to tell you that she was eaten when the bears suddenly came home to find her snoring in one of their beds, or to tell you that she lived happily ever after; this is the real story.

You see, Goldilocks (for that was the name of the young girl) was my best friend.  We did everything together—rode our ponies, went to school, window shopped in our little village, and went on walks through the woods.  It was on one of these such walks that the incident occurred.

While humming and skipping along, we came across a house in the woods which we had never happened upon before.  Our parents had taught us not to speak to strangers, but they had also always encouraged us to be polite, so we decided we should try to say hello to the inhabitants.  After walking all the way around the house, we still couldn’t find anyone nearby.  I tried to convince Goldilocks that we should be on our way, but she wouldn’t listen.  She always was a stubborn girl.

Goldilocks found a door that was unlocked, yelled “Hello!” as she opened it, and crept inside.  I followed, hesitantly looking over my shoulder the whole time.

“Goldi,” I whispered, “we really shouldn’t be in here.”

“Why are you whispering?  There’s no one home.  Let’s just explore the place!  Look over here…there are three different-sized chairs.  That seems strange—so mismatched…” she muttered as she marched herself right over to the largest of the chairs.  “Here, give me a boost.”

“We really should go, but I’ll do just this one thing for you, and then I’m going home—with or without you.”

I gave her a boost into the giant chair.  It was large enough for her to lay down without any of her body hanging off of it.  She stood on the edge of it and looked down at me, pouting.

“I think you should stay.  We could both fit up here.  Come on, take my hand,” she said as she knelt down and stretched out her hand.”

“Fiiiiiine.  But then I’m going home.”  I had to climb the leg of the chair as though it were a small-ish tree until I could reach her hand.  She helped me the rest of the way up.  “Wow, this is an even bigger chair than I thought.”

“See!  It’s so fun.  But I also want a chair that’s not so hard to get into.  Let’s climb down, then try the medium-sized chair.”

“Ok…but I still think that one will be too big.  You try that one, and I’ll try the smaller one.  And then, for real, I’m going home.”

“Ha ha, seems like I’ve heard that before,” she said with a smirk.

She hoisted herself into the medium-sized chair, and I sat in the little one with ease.  “This one is just right,” I said.  “Maybe a little bit too wide for me, but at least I didn’t have to climb into it!”

“Let me try it!”

No sooner had Goldi sat in the smallest chair, than she spotted a table with bowls on it.  One of them was steaming.

“Ooooooo I wonder what that is!”

“Goldi, don’t even think about it!  You’ll barely be able to reach the table anyway.”

Unfortunately, I think she took those last words as a challenge.  She clamored into one of the chairs at the table, and up onto the table itself—that was the only way she was able to reach the bowls.

“Mmmm, it looks like porridge.  I love porridge…especially after all the climbing I’ve just done.”  The steaming bowl was, of course, too hot for her to try.  The second bowl she came to had apparently been sitting out for a while.  She dipped her finger into it, pulled out a glob of porridge, and tasted it.  “Well, it’s tasty, almost like they added cinnamon to it, just like I always do…but this one is cold.”

“Goldi, get down here now, and let’s go.  Please!”

“Hold your horses!  There’s one more bowl up here, and I’m hungry.  I just want to try it, then we can leave.”

She moved to the next bowl.  Just as she had done with the previous bowl, she dunked her finger into this one, pulled it out, and tasted the porridge.  “Oh, this one is just right!  And it tastes like cinnamon too!”  To my disgust, Goldi began to use her entire hand to eat the porridge.  She started off slowly, but then a sort of frenzy took over, and she was nearly shoveling it in, until the whole bowl was empty—at which point, she licked the bowl clean, then licked what was left of the porridge off of her hands and arms.

“Well that was one of the most horrid displays I’ve ever seen,” I said.

“Stop trying to be such a grown-up.”  Goldi then climbed back down onto a chair, and down to the floor.  Then, in spite of my objections, she seemed to sort of float towards the back of the house—away from the door we came through.  I tried to grab her arm and pull her back towards the door, but she didn’t even seem to feel it.  She had suddenly grown very strong…and if I remember correctly, her arm felt bigger than normal.

“Leave me alone,” she grumbled (or was it more of a growl?) at me.  “I’m going to take a nap, and I don’t care what you say.  Go home.  I’ll be fine.”

She entered a room with three different beds in it—one giant, one just a little too big, and one that seemed like it was somewhere in between.  With the hand that I wasn’t pulling, she felt each bed, but settled for the smallest of the three.  The first was much too soft, the second was too hard, but the third was, apparently, just right.  I tugged on her arm one more time as hard as I could, but to no avail.  I didn’t know what to do.  I knew our parents would be looking for us soon, and who knew when the owners of the house would return…but as my brain fired off different scenarios, something started to happen.  The golden hair that she was known for seemed to be growing in soft curls on her face, neck, and arms (at least, that was all that I could see since she was under a blanket).  It stopped growing once it reached about two inches thick, but the only “normal” thing that was still visible were Goldi’s eyes.

Then, her eyes started to change too.  They grew farther apart, and became more round.  I was slowly backing away, out of the room, when I noticed that she was growing ears—and not human ones.  These were round and fuzzy, and more on top of her head than human ears.

Snap!  I heard a twig break outside the window.  “Oh no, they must be back!  What do I do now?”  I barely had time to recognize that I had just spoken aloud to myself, when Goldi’s hands shifted on top of the blanket.  Only, they weren’t Goldi’s hands anymore.  They were the hands (well, the paws) of a bear!

It was all I could do not to scream.  I knew then that the house must’ve belonged to bears, and that there had to have been something strange in the porridge that Goldi ate.  I heard the front door creak open, and voices coming through—one very low and gruff, one that kind of sounded like honey (if honey could make a sound), and the third was somewhere in between.  I hid under the bed that my friend was sleeping on.  I couldn’t just leave her there—I had to make sure she would be okay.

I heard some grumbling near the table about porridge being eaten, and I heard them shuffling and clomping toward the bedroom.  They took in the scene of Goldi lying in the bed, and I heard them mutter “not another one.”

I peeked my head out from under the bed.  “Umm, excuse me,” I said nervously.  “My friend and I wandered in here, and she ate a whole bowl of porridge, even though I tried to stop her, and then, she, umm, turned into a bear?  I don’t know what to do.  Please don’t be mad.”

The giant Papa Bear turned and stomped out of the room.  The Mama Bear came toward the bed.  In her honey-like voice, she began to tell me a sad story about how they, too, used to be humans.  An evil witch had played a trick on them and given them some cinnamon to use in their favorite meal: porridge.  Years ago, they used it, and the same thing happened to them as happened to Goldilocks.  She explained that the only reason they still used the cinnamon was that it tasted so good, and that they assumed they were the only ones who would be eating it, so it wasn’t doing anyone any harm.  She promised they would look after my friend, if I would promise to one day catch the evil witch and bring her to justice.  Mama Bear knew that no one would listen to a family of bears.  BUT, Mama Bear did tell me that I shouldn’t tell the real story until the witch was finally caught, or she might come after me.

So I came up with the lie to tell Goldilocks’ parents—that she was eaten by bears in the woods, and that I barely escaped with my life.  Now, however, after years of searching and spreading that lie, I am able to come clean.  I am happy to report that the evil witch was indeed found, put to trial, and condemned to a life sentence of scrubbing out bowls of old porridge.

And she did not live happily ever after.

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