New version of "The Three Little Bears"
A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning....
Baby bear goes downstairs, 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.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl and it is 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 Mum my Bear who got up first. It was Mum my Bear who woke everyone in the house. It was Mum my Bear who made the coffee. It was Mum my Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mum my Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen. It was Mum my Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch The newspaper and croissants. It was Mum my Bear who set the damn table.
'It was Mum my Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat's litter tray, gave them their food, and refilled their water.
'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-arses downstairs and grace Mum my Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once....
'I HAVEN'T MADE THE FUCKING PORRIDGE YET
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