Librargh

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In Yellowstone
Once upon a time there were three bears. Baby Bear came back home before breakfast with a smirk on his face. It was like him to do that, smirk before breakfast. Mommy Bear made porridge.
"Where you been all morning?"
"Getting beat up. They said I talk like a polar bear."
They sat watching the TV because the porridge was too hot. A steaming bowl of mushy grain product. China dishes. The red tablecloth on top of the cheap wooden table bought for twenty-five dollars at a garage sale held by Mommy Bear's sister. There was no Daddy Bear anymore. His philandering with many mistresses had been sneaky at first, and once found out he had arranged a messy divorce. They only had two chairs.
"We should go for a walk."
A walk. They will pass the time it takes for the porridge to cool down by taking an ordinary walk. While they are out a girl named Goldilocks comes along and enters their house.
My daughter Goldilocks, she loves to read.
Her mother always.
Goldilocks tried both bowls of porridge, the second one being just right. How fun it will be to narrate the eating of the porridge to Robert Sproul, who had turned and gone home too early. Goldilocks tested the house's furniture. One excessively large chair. One just right. One bed with too much give in the mattress. One perfect. Stucco walls glistening like... uh... stucco doesn't glisten. Ceilings like parchment. Dirt floor littered with Baby Bear's toys. Sentence fragments.
The bears return in the present tense.
We found Goldilocks in my bed and ate her.
The bears were upset that their house had been invaded. Mommy Bear decided it would be best to move out. A boy in a non-human-infested part of the world isn't chased down by truancy officers. I am a god-fearing American Grizzly Bear just as patriotic as any other, so why must my boy be taken away from me just because he likes to go to the zoo?
It was the CIA. The CIA is responsible for Goldilocks.
The bears defected to the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union wants maps, contents of garbage cans, locations of campsites. It was a worker's paradise, better in every way than America but not perfect.
The bears return in the present tense.
Mommy Bear made porridge.
They sat watching the TV because the porridge was too hot. A steaming bowl of mushy grain product. China dishes. The red tablecloth on top of the cheap wooden table bought for twenty-five dollars at a garage sale held by Mommy Bear's sister. There was no Daddy Bear anymore. His philandering with many mistresses had been sneaky at first, and once found out he had arranged a messy divorce. They only had two chairs.

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...if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not the biggest fan of DeLillo's writing style.