The Three bears.
A
far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning when the Three
Bears came for breakfast…..
Baby
bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table and 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 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 we 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 table.
It
was Mummy Bear who put the 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 and grace
Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully because I’m only
going to say this once…………..
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