Once upon a time,
there was a little nation named Muscovy. He went for a walk in the forest. Pretty soon, he came upon a house. He knocked and, when no one answered, he walked right in.
At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of soup. Muscovy was hungry.
He tasted the soup from the first bowl.
"This soup is too bland!" he exclaimed.
So, he tasted the soup from the second bowl. "This soup is too little," he said
So, he tasted the last bowl of soup.
"Ahhh, this soup is just right," he said happily and he ate it all up.
After he'd eaten the three bears' breakfasts he decided he was feeling a little tired. So, he walked into the living room where he saw three chairs. Muscovy sat in the first chair to rest her feet.
"This chair is too boring!" he exclaimed.
So he sat in the second chair. "This chair is too short!" he whined.
So he tried the last and oldest chair.
"Ahhh, this chair is just right," he sighed. But just as he settled down into the chair to rest, it broke into pieces!
Muscovy was very tired by this time, so he went upstairs to the bedroom. He laid down in the first bed, but it was too plain. Then he laid in the second bed, but it was too small. Then he laid down in the third bed and it was just right. Muscovy fell asleep.
As he was sleeping, the three Baltics came home.
"Someone's been eating my soup," growled Estonia.
"Someone's been eating my soup," said Latvia.
"Someone's been eating my soup and they ate it all up!" cried Lithuania.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair," growled Estonia.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair," said Latvia.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair and they've broken it all to pieces," cried Lithuania.
They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, Estonia growled, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed,"
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said Latvia
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and he's still there!" exclaimed Lithuania.
Just then, Muscovy woke up and saw the three Baltics. He grinned, "Hello!" And he jumped up and troubled the third baltic. Muscovy thanked him and went down the stairs, opened the door, and skipped away into the forest. And he returned to the home of the three Baltics day after day.
THE END