Goldi's+Story

Goldi’s Story ** By Keaton ** “YA, okay I get it,” exclaimed Goldi.
 * We read fairy tales as part of a traditional tales unit in language arts. We read the tried and true kind that we are all familiar with and a few with new, unique twists. Each student then wrote his/her own tale; borrowing characters, settings and elements of plot from the old favorites. Read one of them below. Be sure to leave comments for the author!**

“Miss you do realize that you’re probably going to jail, right?” replied the officer.

“Yes I do realize that,” she announced.

“Miss you should probably get a lawyer,” he suggested

“Once again, I get it. Can you please stop annoying me?!” she asked in a snobby like way.

Driving along they finally reached the Police Station. “Alright, Miss this is where the ride ends,” the officer said with a crackle in his throat.

They entered the police station. Goldie swallowed hard. She knew that she would end up in prison. They took her to an interrogation room. Finally after several hours, a detective slithered in the room in a snake like way. “ You have the right to remain silent. Realizing you can’t afford an attorney one will be appointed for you, but then again they’re all crooks. Everything you say can and will be held against you in court. If I remember that is,” announced the detective. “So is it true that you broke into the bear’s home?” he questioned.

“Clearly I would never do such a thing to the Bears. They are so nice. And baby bear is so cute. I mean c’mon, have you seen his cute little face?” Goldi answered very quickly.

“But yet YOUR D.N.A. was on his little chair.”

“Do you want to know the truth?”

“Yes, please the truth would be wonderful!” hissed the detective.

“Well I was on my daily walk when this crazy lumberjack came and pushed me through the glass living room window and I landed on baby bears chair. I bumped in to the table and the apple cinnamon oatmeal landed on me and since I was hungry I thought why just leave 3 perfectly tasty oatmeal dishes laying on my brand new dress. The only thing to do was eat it. So I did,” Goldi explained with hesitation.

“Wait, you said that you got pushed in a glass window? I don’t see a single scrape on you,” the detective replied very professionally.

“Well, see, I-I-I I got this new makeup and it is completely covering all my scrapes,” answered Goldi.

“Can you please go wash it off so I can tell that you’re not lying to me?”

Goldilocks went to the bathroom and washed off her makeup. “Hmm. I see that you’ve returned and I still don’t see a single scrape.” replied Sherlock.

“Must have already healed,” Goldie answered abruptly. ONE WEEK LATER Frightened, Goldi sat in her chair in the courtroom thinking things over. She continued to remember what that Sherlock said… her attorney would be a crook. “What did that mean?” she thought. Just then her attorney walked into the room with his hands cuffed behind his back. He really was a crook!

“I’m doomed,” she murmured under her breath.

“Hiya Goldi!” the attorney said in his happiest voice.

“Is he happy that I’m in court?” Goldi questioned herself.

The trial began. To the right she saw her best friend Little Red Riding Hood. To the left she saw Mama Bear and Papa Bear looking as mad as ever and Baby Bear balling his little eyes out. “She broke my chair!” he cried.

Goldi felt awful as she sat anxiously waiting to find out what would happen to her. “Get ready Goldi,” whispered her attorney.

Goldi started squirming in her chair nervously. Then she cried out,“ Alright I can’t take this anymore! I did it. It was me. I was the one who broke into the bear’s house and ate the oatmeal and slept in the bed and broke the chair. I know that you are going to put me in jail.”

“Well, that made my job easy,” her attorney muttered laughing.

“Goldilocks you are sentenced to 25 years in prison,” announced the judge. ”Next case.”

An officer came and cuffed Goldi and escorted her out of the room. She was thrown in a jail cell with some weird dude named Rumpelstiltskin who had apparently kidnapped a young girl. Across the way was The Big Bad Wolf who had a record as long as your arm for attempted kidnapping, impersonating a granny and murdering three little pigs. The witch in cell 9B kept them all awake at night compulsively asking, “Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?” The troll at the end of the cell block smelled like a goat and was quite gruff. “This is quite the crew,” muttered Goldi as she settled into what was to be her home for many years to come.

That’s it. The end. No happily ever after. No marriage to a prince. No riding off into the sunset. To this very day, Goldi sits in her prison cell trying to figure out a way to escape as her golden locks turn gray.