The Bluebird of Happiness had seem better times, it used to have reasons to keep trim and happy. “Used to”,being the operative word, well until people discovered Twitter, Facebook and all the other social media ills plaguing people’s lives. No longer was happiness real, tangible unless it was tweeted, posted and liked by people with virtual lives.
So the Bluebird now sits alone and bereft, sipping on coffee and eating ever increasing amounts of chocolate.

The Easter Bunny was feeling rather annoyed as his original purpose had been subverted by chocolate eggs and product placement. No longer did he represent fertility or act as a religious symbol: instead the he heralded the coming of commercialism for the year.
“Thank god, or the commercial equivalent,” he muttered to himself, “that there is coffee.”
With that utterance he poured himself a macchiato and allowed himself a minor taste of heaven (or commercial equivalent).

When Goldilocks broke into and entered the Three Bears’ house, she may have eaten their porridge and slept in their beds but I doubt she found the coffee machine. If she had, perhaps the story would have ended differently. Perhaps it would have ended on a positive note. I can imagine that if the bears were greeted with a hot steamy cup of coffee with the milk stretched and swirled just so, they may have been happier and less prone to press charges.
We will never know.