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Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in her little chair at the table.
She looks into her little bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my
porridge?!!" she squeaks. Daddy Bear arrives at the 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 Christ'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, it was Mummy Bear who set the damn table, it was Mummy 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 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 F*CKING PORRIDGE YET!!!"

Good Night All !
 

Night Night  ;D