It’s a sunny morning in the Big Forest and the Bear family is just waking up.
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.
Father Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair.
He looks into his big bowl.
It is also empty! “Who’s been eating my porridge?” he roars.
Mother Bear sticks her head out the kitchen door and yells, “For Pete’s sake, how many times do we have to go through this?
It was Mother Bear who go up first.
It was Mother Bear who woke everybody else in the house up.
It was Mother Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away.
It was Mother Bear who went out into the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper.
It was Mother Bear who set the table.
It was Mother Bear who put the cat out, cleaned the litter box and filled the cat’s water and food dish.
And now that you’ve decided to come downstairs and grace me with your presence, listen good because I’m only going to say this one more time:
I haven’t made the f*cking porridge yet!”
