The Three Bears - Revised Edition

I have about six people who want to read this now. This means I have to actually start updating regularly. So here's a schedule.

Monday - Friday I update once a day so you have something to read at school or work. These range from a paragraph to several paragraphs to a long rant.

Saturday and Sunday I work extra hard to review some piece of media I've seen that week. This can be considered a formal article and will be reasonably long.

We at Pudding Entertainment reserve the right to deviate from this whenever we want and you can't do anything about it ha ha.

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Okay. Real update. How about a short story?

Once upon a time there were three bears. Mama and Papa bear went out with their son, Baby Bear, whose name would haunt him well into his old age, to buy some apples or something.

They left their porridge on the table to cool while they were out. But being bears and therefore lacking opposable thumbs they couldn't lock the door on their way out.

Goldilocks came skipping through the forest until she came upon the bears cottage. She opened the door and saw the porridge. She hadn't eaten breakfast that day and so she sat down at the biggest chair and tried some porridge.

Then Papa bear came in the house because he forgot his hat and saw Goldilocks eating his porridge. "You were gonna eat my motherfucking porridge, you little bitch!" he said. Then he tore her head off.

THE END.

Heartwarming.