Gruff

Written for https://fivedotoh.com/2023/08/15/fowc-with-fandango-gruff/

Gruff was the only word to describe how Daddy bear felt today. Goldilocks had invaded their home, and broken Baby Bears chair. He had reported it to the police, but they did nothing. He worked all day in the forest, keeping the trees safe, and on the one day they went on a picnic she was there again.

It was difficult to keep up payments for the porridge; his supplies were never ending. Goldilocks, never worked a day in her life. Her home, the castle at the end of the forest, they ate off gold plates. His baby didn’t have enough to eat, because his just right porridge was being stolen.

Today, he had a plan.

The porridge was hidden in a locked cupboard, and he alone only knew the number. Their new dog, Titan would keep her away. To be honest, his bark was worse. He hadn’t bitten anyone, there were just a few injuries where he got excited and jumped up.

They went on their picnic, bringing their breakfast porridge with them. Today they were going to have a brunch instead. The doctor advised them that they needed to be more healthy. Cholesterol in honey cakes, and he was going to have to cut down.

They could go hunting for berries; baby bear loved doing that.

He hoped he wasn’t going to be the only one, who was gruff today, and perhaps Goldilocks would eat at home instead.