The girl who went her own way.

By John D. Batten, illustrator –, Public Domain,

She was not good at listening to advice. Not good at being told what to do, so contrary. She laughed when they told her to stay away from the woods, from the bears who made their home there. The bears that would blunder out from the undergrowth, their claws so sharp, their jaws so strong. It was no place for girls, they said, but what did they know?

The bears kept their cave immaculate, each building their bed to preference. The largest slept direct on the hard rock, his mate on a mound of soft leaves, the cub on a hard stone dressed with a leafy nest, making it just right. Wandering in the woods one day she stumbled on the bears’ home and made herself comfortable, but the bears returned early, stumbling in on her sleeping form. She woke with a fright and hitching her skirts, she ran.

There the story ends, but what became of the girl who refused to heed the warnings? How would she ever get used to the rules telling her to stay home when she had tasted the thrill of the deep, dark woods? Was there any hope for such a wayward girl? Better get smart, Goldilocks, choose wisely your path; safe is not always the right option.

Published by Jill London

Hi, I’m Jill, a writer and teacher living in the UK, usually behind a desk but sometimes on a sofa with a book or a film. I began writing at around age three, legibly by five, although I didn’t write any stories until I was older. Aged eleven, I began writing children’s fiction, mostly middle-grade fantasy and I’m still doing it to this day. I have had stories published online and in My Weekly magazine. The best bit about writing is when ideas pop into your head (from the writing fairy presumably?) and everything starts clipping together like a jigsaw puzzle. The worst bit? When you start to get the feeling there's a piece missing from the box...

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