This is the first part of a sequence of poems taking a different angle on the story of ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’.
Burglary on Forest Road leaves the Bear family ‘confused and devastated’
POLICE were called to Forest Road
earlier this week following reports of a burglary.
The suspected break-in occurred on Thursday
between the hours of 10am and 11am.
The burglar did not take anything of great value,
however the suspect caused substantial criminal damage
to a chair and a bed. According to witnesses,
the suspect was a young woman of slim build,
around 5’6”, with golden hair,
and dressed in ragged, dirty clothing.
The occupants of the house, the Bear family,
who were out for a walk at the time of the incident,
released a statement: ‘We are devastated that
this could happen in our neighbourhood,
which is filled with families.
The burglar only took some porridge,
however they caused irreparable damage to a chair
and broke a window to get in and out.
They left our home in a complete mess
which thoroughly upset our three-year-old child.
We are confused about her motivations
and want her to be caught
so we can find out why this happened to us.’
If you have any information in connection to the incident or believe you saw the suspect in the area around the time of the incident on Thursday please contact the police on 101.
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Mrs Fox, Eyewitness
She was blonde or brunette,
– I’m colourblind, you see –
but she was a plain girl.
Dressed in rags, she was,
they were hanging off her
like the wings of a crow.
Filthy face, she had,
blotched with dirt from the streets
like she’d washed in newspaper.
She looked thin.
As slight as a dandelion seed,
like the wind could whip her away.
It’s sad isn’t it?
The homeless problem around here.
She was probably starving.
She was running from their house,
– what a lovely couple they are, eh? –
glass glittering in a stream behind her.