The true story of the three bears. A far more accurate account of the
events of that fateful morning......
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 goodnes sake, how many times do I have to go through this with
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.
And now that you've decided to drag yourselves 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 PORRIDGE YET!" http://specials.uk.msn.com/brainbattle