As the Boyer’s arrived home from their walk, Jadith’s dad grabbed the door latch, opened the door and turned to his wife and daughter and exclaimed, “Somebody has been here!”
“How do you know?” asked Jadith’s mom.
“Because the door is unlocked!”
It was the same every week. Jadith was getting a bit tired of the joke. Of course the door was unlocked. They didn’t even have a lock. Jadith just rolled her eyes at her dad and followed him into the house.
“Somebody HAS been here!” her dad said again. Judith was getting a bit frustrated that her dad was choosing to continue the joke, but as she scanned the room, she realized that for once, her dad wasn’t joking. It wasn’t much, but there were some leaves that had been tracked into the house. She knew that those had not been there when they had left. As they entered the kitchen, she noticed that there was an empty bowl on the kitchen that had the remains of porridge in it. Nothing appeared to be missing, but things were certainly amiss!
Jadith’s dad was still holding his stout walking stick, and her mom grabbed a cast-iron skillet. Thus armed, the three of them began looking through the house. When they arrived at the bedroom, they were shocked to see a boy…fast asleep on the floor next to Jadith’s bed. Even more shocking, he was covered from head to toe in oatmeal.
Jadith’s dad poked the boy with his stick. Gull woke up and, seeing the three Boyers staring at him, he let out a scream of fear, but then, trying to calm down he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break into your house, but I was lost.”
Jadith’s mom and dad relaxed their grips on their “weapons”, and her mom said, “Why don’t you come to the kitchen, and we’ll get you cleaned up. You seem to be one rather messy eater!”
Gull began to explain about the oatmeal being good for rashes, but was told, “Don’t worry about that right now, just come to the kitchen.”
After they had gotten Gull cleaned up, he asked them if they could help him find his way home.
“Ah…you see…that’s a problem,” said Jadith’s dad, “If you get home, the townsfolk will find out about us living here. You might even remember how to find our place and lead them to us. No, I’m afraid that you can’t go home.”
***Author’s Note: Some of my readers have remarked on this story being suspiciously similar to the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. That is only partially accurate. The Goldilocks story is a work of fiction based loosely on a true story. THIS story. The original title of this story was Gull D. Locke and the Three Boyers. Somehow, over time, as stories often do, this one became corrupted. “Gull D. Locke” was changed to “Goldilocks”, and the “Three Boyers” became “Three Bears”. And, of course, the Goldilocks version only told part of the story. If you stay with me over the next while, I will endeavor to tell you more of the story as I continue to research it and reveal it to you,