> >>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 Geez'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 FARKEN PORRIDGE YET!!"
> >
