Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small
chair
at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is
empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?" he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big
chair. He looks into his big bowl. It is also empty!
Who's been eating my porridge?" he roars, as big
bears often do.
Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch
from the kitchen and yells, "For Pete's sake, how
many times do we have to go through this? It was Mummy
Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke up
everybody else in the house. It was Mummy Bear who
unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put
everything away. It was Mummy Bear who went out into
the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper
and the wood for the fire. It was Mummy Bear who set the
table. It was Mummy Bear who put cleaned
the litter box and filled the cat's water & food
dish. And now that you've decided to come down stairs and
grace me with your presence, listen good because I'm
only going to say this one more time ......
"I haven't made the bloody porridge yet!!"
last sentence edited slightly to make appropriate for family viewing
