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 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.
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 everyone in the house, it 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,
it was Mummy Bear who set the table, it was Mummy Bear who
put the 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-butts
downstairs, and grace Mummy 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 PORRIDGE YET!"
Sunday, September 03, 2006
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