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Annie Khan and The Three Big Bears

by maría vega


Once upon a time there was a small girl called Annie Khan. She was on the way to see her Chloe Butterscotch, when she decided to take a short cut through forest.
It wasn't long before Annie got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, George, but George was nowhere to be found! Annie began to panic. She felt sure she had packed George. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a larger bear dressed in a blue vest disappearing into the trees.
"How weird!" Annie thought.
Out of curiosity, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed bear. Maybe I could show him the way out of the forest.
Finally, Annie came to a meadow. She found herself surrounded by houses made of different types of food

There was a house made from cucumbers, a house made from chips, a house made from toffees and a house made from cakes.
Annie could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.
"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"
Nobody replied.

Annie looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.
A cackle broke through the air, giving Annie a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was George!
"George!" shouted Annie. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"
The witch just shrugged.
"Give George back!" cried Annie.
"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.
"At least let George out of that cage!"
Before she could reply, three hooting bears rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Annie recognised the one in the blue waistcoat that she'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.
"Hello Big soli ," said the witch.
"Good morning." The bear noticed George. "Who is this?"
"That's George," explained the witch.
"Ooh! George would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the bear.
The witch shook her head. "George is staying with me."
"Um... Excuse me..." Annie interrupted. "George lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big soli ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.
The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."
Big soli looked at the house made from cakes and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cakes if I wanted to."
"That's nothing," said the next bear. "I could eat two houses."
"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have George."
Annie watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give George to Big soli. She didn't think George would like living with a big and angry bear, away from her house and all her other toys.
The other two bears watched while Big soli put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Bear. "Just you watch!"
Big Bear pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from chips. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
After five or six platefuls the food, Little Bear started to fidget uncomfortably on the momet.
He stopped eating cakes for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.
But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Bear into the sky.
"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Bear. "I'm scared of heigh..." Little Bear was never seen again because exit fly.
Little Bear never finished eating the front door made from cakes and George remained trapped in the witch's cage.
"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep George."
"Not so fast," said Annie. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from cucumbers. And I haven't had a turn yet.
"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."
The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."
"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the bears. She won't last long."
"I'll be right back," said Annie.
"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted George back."
Annie ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the meadow and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from cucumbers and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece. Annie sat down on a nearby log.
"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."
"I haven't finished," explained Annie. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."
When Annie's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from cucumbers. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.
Eventually, after several sittings, Annie was down to the final piece of the door made from cucumbers. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Annie had eaten the entire front door of the house made from cucumbers.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"
"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the meadow, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over George or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.
Annie hurried over and grabbed George, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, George was unharmed.
Annie thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Chloe. It was starting to get dark.
When Annie got to Chloe's house, her threw her arms around her.
"I was so worried!" cried Chloe. "You are very late."
As Annie described her day, she could tell that Chloe didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.
"What's that?" asked Chloe.
Annie unwrapped a doorknob made from chips. "Pudding!" she said.
Chloe almost fell off her chairn because her friend's story was real.