THE THREE BEARS IN 2003:
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.
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"I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET !!
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.
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"I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET !!
