The Bears Have Breakfast

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.
Papa 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.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen
and yells, "How many times do we have to go through this with you idiots?
It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone
in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear
who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it
was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the
newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table, it was Momma
Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's
water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry
bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your
grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more
time.

"I HAVEN'T MADE THE DAMN PORRIDGE YET !!