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.



Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into

his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!,"he

roars.



Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and

yells, "For Christ's sake, how many times do we have to go through   this

with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who

woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee,

it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put

everything away, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air

to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table, it was

Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled

the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your

sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy

presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this

one more time. "I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET !!"