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OMINOUS ORDEALS ( DAY 19, LETTER O)

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

                         CHAPTER 18

                 OMINOUS ORDEALS 

The bears startled, then Papa Koala rumbled, "Goldilocks! You…how can it be !”

Goldwynn knelt among the bears in the arbor, Mama Koala still sniffling into her shoulder. "I'm Goldwynn, Papa Koala...Goldilocks was my great grandma. So... what happened that day? Why are you hiding away here ?"

Papa Koala’s fur bristled.He growled low, his eyes clouding.

"The pigs... they came like a thunderstorm banging on the doors and shattering our windows."

Mama Koala trembled, clutching a torn apron corner. "I hid Baby Tasha in the cupboard. Told her... 'Hush, sweetpea, like a little mouse!' But…"

Papa Koala’s fur ruffled as he puffed out his chest. "I stood tall.'This is OUR cottage!' I said.

Goldwynn leaned in and patted his arm

Papa Koala snorted. "Baconne pig struck me with a stick. Porkinn pig fluffed porridge everywhere! Swinedell pig... he kicked the honey jar and broke things.They were searching for clues to the Locke Jewel"

Coco Koala whispered, "We fled. Into the dark woods..."

"Those scheming pigs told me you were skipping in meadows."

Coco Koala sniffled. "They... they chased us out! Took our lovely cottage for themselves..."

She wailed louder. Goldwynn knelt with outstretched hands and scooped her up. "Shh, I'm here. Hush now. We'll get it back. But first we need to find and rescue Baby Tasha.”

Papa Koala's eyes narrowed. "How and how? Those pigs are... gangsters! Blood thirsty hoodlums."

Goldwynn grinned impishly. "Leave that to us"

The bears exchanged looks, hope sparking like fireflies. Goldwynn tucked Baby Tasha's broken milk cup into her pocket.

To Be Continued....

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  1. KristinApril 19, 2026 at 7:29 PM

    Goldwyn seems oddly cheerful, given who she's dealing with. Good luck!

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