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The Three Bears

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It's empty.

"Who's been eating my porridge?" he squeaks.

Daddy Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl. It's also empty.

"Who's been eating my porridge?" he roars.

Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "How many times do we have to go through this? It was Mummy Bear who got up first, 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 set the damn table, and now that you've decided to drag your sorry 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**KING PORRIDGE YET !!!"