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I wrote a story. Here it is.

Once upon a time there were 3 little bears who lived in a house. There was the mother bear, the father bear, and Gerald (who was also a bear and a baby too). One day the mother bear made Gerald and father bear some breakfast. She was a bad cook so she made some porridge.

She left the porridge in the microwave too long and it was really hot so they decided to go for a walk while it cooled down because they were bears and not smart enough to just blow on it.

While they were out walking a drifter named Cinderella found their house so she decided to rob it. She broke down the door and started stealing stuff. Then she saw the porridge. She was hungry so she decided to eat it.

The first bowl was too hot to eat, so she went to the second bowl, but that one was too cold. She ate the last bowl but it was filled with poison and she died.

When the bears came back they found the dead girl. Mother bear was angry because she ate all the poison porridge she made for father bear because she hated him. Luckily father bear was hungry so ate the girl and died because she had poison in her.

The mother bear claimed her husbands life insurance and got remarried and threw her kid in the bin.

And they lived happily ever after.