Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the big table helooks 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 looksinto 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 andyells, For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this? Itwas Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone inthe house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear whounloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it wasMomma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch thenewspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the table, it was Momma Bear who putthe cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and fooddish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-buttsdownstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpypresence.....listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time

I HAVEN'T MADE THE DAMN PORRIDGE YET!!!