Once upon a time there was a Tiny girl called May Saotomei. She was on the way to see her boyfriend jacobie smack, when she decided to take a short cut through Awfulpool Forest.

It wasn't long before May got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Mr.Giggly, but Mr.Giggly was nowhere to be found! May began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Mr.Giggly. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw an adorable bear dressed in a black skirt disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought May.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed bear. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, May reached a clearing. She found herself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from potatoes, a house made from cakes, a house made from pancakes, a house made from muffins and a house made from pizzas.

May could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

May 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 May a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Mr.Giggly!

"Mr.Giggly!" shouted May. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Mr.Giggly back!" cried May.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Mr.Giggly out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, four adorable bears rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. May recognised the one in the black skirt that she'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

"Hello Big Bear," said the witch.

"Good morning." The bear noticed Mr.Giggly. "Who is this?"

"That's Mr.Giggly," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Mr.Giggly would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the bear.

The witch shook her head. "Mr.Giggly is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." May interrupted. "Mr.Giggly lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Bear 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 Bear looked at the house made from pizzas and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from pizzas 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 Mr.Giggly."

May watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Mr.Giggly to Big Bear. She didn't think Mr.Giggly would like living with an adorable bear, away from her house and all her other toys.

The other three bears watched while Big Bear 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 cakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more. And more.

Eventually, Big Bear started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of cakes, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Bear.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Bear never finished eating the front door made from cakes and Mr.Giggly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Average Bear stepped up, and approached the house made from pancakes.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Bear. "Just you watch!"

Average Bear pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pancakes. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After a while, Average Bear started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...

   ...and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not a bush, I'm a bear!" said Average Bear.

"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."

"No! Wait!" cried Average Bear, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the bear away under his arm.

Average Bear never finished eating the front door made from pancakes and Mr.Giggly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Little Bear stepped up, and approached the house made from muffins.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Bear. "Just you watch!"

Little Bear pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from muffins. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

      And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Bear started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating muffins for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.