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 helooks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating myporridge?" he squeaks.
Daddy 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 myporridge?!?" he roars.

Mummy 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 with youidiots?
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 puteverything away.
It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetchThe 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 your sorry bear-asses downstairs andgrace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, becauseI'm only going to say this once....



I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET!!!"