THIS SHOULD END ALL 3 BEARS STORIES
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--KING PORRIDGE YET"! |
