bellystrokes
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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 looks into his small bowl which was 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 which was 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 God's sake, how many times do I 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 and croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn
table. It was Mummy Bear who put the Bloody dog out, cleaned the
litter boxes, gave the dog her food, and refilled her water. And
now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-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 FUCKING PORRIDGE YET!!!"
Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table,
and looks into his small bowl which was 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 which was 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 God's sake, how many times do I 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 and croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn
table. It was Mummy Bear who put the Bloody dog out, cleaned the
litter boxes, gave the dog her food, and refilled her water. And
now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-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 FUCKING PORRIDGE YET!!!"
