She went inside like she owned the house even though she didn't. Inside she found some porridge (whatever that is) and ate some. Then she sat on some chairs and broke one. And then, being all tired out from messin' with other people's stuff, she decided to take a nap.
She tried one bed. She didn't like it cuz it was too hard
Then another. She didn't like that one cuz it was too soft.
And finally she found one that was just right.
That's when Goldilocks woke up and got scared cuz the owners of the house were bears and everybody knows that bears can hurt you if you mess with them so she ran away.
I don't get it. Why would Mom think I was like this Goldilocks person.