Three Bears

Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table,
and he looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating
my porridge?" he squeaks.Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and
sits in his big chair. He looked into his big bowl and it is also
empty."Who's been eating my porridge?!?" he roars.Mummy Bear puts
her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells,
For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this
with you idiots?It was Mummy Bear who got up first.It was Mummy
Bear who woke everyone in the houseIt was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away.It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and
croissants.It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.It was Mummy Bear who put the bloody cats out, cleaned out the litter boxes, put out their food and refilled their water.And now that you've
decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Mummy
Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully because I'm only
going to say this once. . . . ... . . I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING
PORRIDGE YET!!!"