Once upon a time, Gordylochs was walking in the wilderness in the highlands of the E.U., it used to be a forest until it had to be cut down and used as fuel since there was no more oil. He wandered along thinking of matters fiscal and other big opportunities on the horizon and very important matters they were too.

He was suddenly drawn out of his daydreams and became aware that he was standing in front of a really old cottage that was situated in between the few trees that were left. He noticed that the door was open and yet there did not seem to be anybody about. "Is there anybody aboot" shouted Gordylochs.

As there was no answer he stealthily approached the door with some interest. He shouted again,

The 3 Blairs:  Left the door open so anyone could steal their porridge

 "See you jimmy, are you no hearing me?" but still no answer. "If they have an open door policy then I had better have a quick look around just to see if they have anything worth knowing about and to make sure everything is alright" he thought to himself.

The old place was pretty spartan, not much there at all, a few bits and bobs, but even so it felt very homely, with a small fire in the grate and some nice old chairs and a big old table "must belong some of those old pensioner types. “A wee bit rare now" he mused. He wondered for a brief moment whether it was alright to be in there but then decided that seeing as he was a really important person it would surely not be a problem.

As his eyes adjusted to the light he realised that there were three bowls on the table, so walked over to take a better look. The bowls he could see were full of porridge, two large ones and one smaller one. "Ooh, I am hungry and I don't suppose for a minute they will notice if I take some" thought Gordylochs. So he sat down at the table and started on the smaller bowl first, thinking that nobody would notice if he just took a small amount.

After he had a eaten the contents of the small bowl he was still hungry and so decided that he would have some more, so he then moved around the table and made a start on one of the larger bowls thinking to himself,  "This is wonderful, I have come so far and I don't see any reason why I can't have this, after all I'm a really important person now".

After he had finished eating the second bowl of porridge he was starting to feel a bit guilty, and wondered if he should take any more or whether he should leave some for the owners. After all they were obviously very poor and were even now probably out scrounging around to find fuel for the fire, but then he thought, "Well, I have shouldered so much responsibility and kept my mouth shut for so long and let everybody else have what they want so now I will take it all, I'm so hungry,I must have it or else it might be left for somebody else to take". So he moved round the table and devoured the last bowl of porridge thinking to himself that this was right and that he should have it all, that he deserved it.

After he had sat there for a while he realised that he had actually taken the food right off of their table and that there was not much else to take and decided that he had better skulk off before the owners came back. As he was leaving he heard voices coming towards him, so he decided to hide in the bushes and see who it was, would it be the owners? What would they do? When thy came into sight he recognised them straight away it was the Three Blairs, there was Daddy Blair, Mummy Blair and Baby Blair and although he felt very guilty for taking what was theirs he had a little chuckle to himself, after all it was basically 'handed to him on a plate'.

When the Three Blairs entered the little house they realised straight away that somebody had eaten all of their porridge and could not believe their eyes. Young Baby Blair spoke first, "Look! My porridge is all gone!" "So is mine!" said Daddy Blair, "And mine! " said Mummy Blair with a pout. "Who would do such a thing" said young Baby Blair "after all, my porridge was exactly the same as your porridge and I didn’t have very much, why didn’t they just take your porridge and leave some for me? After all I'm still growing!" "Well, you see, actually, no." said Daddy Blair "Not only did I have more porridge than you, mine was much better than yours!" "Oh no it wasn’t!" said young Baby Blair "Oh yes it was!" said Daddy Blair "mine had jam on it, so there!"

"Stop bickering you two!!" said Mummy Blair. "You left the door open you fool!" said Mummy Blair to Daddy Blair. "Well, you were the one who opened it in the first place!" said Daddy Blair "What with your silly ideas about rights and freedoms and your open door policy, what about our rights? Someone has just walked in here and taken all our porridge! We should have stayed in our palace in London" "And I'm hungry" said young Baby Blair with tears welling up in his eyes "I wanted lots of porridge, I thought I would soon have a big bowl like yours".

"Oh do shut up the pair of you" said Mummy Blair, "just remember, this is my house! and I'm in charge and don't you forget it! and remember that I'm really important, anyway, I think I know who is behind this, I think it's that Gordylochs person, I bet he's been creeping around here again to see what we are up to but he's going to get a shock because I have set a little trap". "But what about our porridge" said Daddy Blair and young Baby Blair in unison. "Just get on, the pair of you and clean up all this mess and I'll make some more. It's not a problem, anyway, because we are rich, and I've a warehouse full of it stashed away down in the West Country" said Mummy Blair with a big wide grin. As she swung open the door and looked out into the wilderness there was a loud moan off in the distance, as somebody, probably Gordylochs fell into a big black hole.

And the moral of the story, children, is this: Leaving the door open so that anyone can come in to your home and steal what they like from you is not a problem, as long as you are rich (like the 3 Blairs)!