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 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 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 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 and croissants.
It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.
It was Mummy Bear who put the bloody cats out, cleaned the
litter boxes,
gave the cats their food, and refilled their water.
2006-06-28
01:12:29
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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!!!"
2006-06-28
01:12:38 ·
update #1