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 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 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 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 and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen
carefully, because I'm only going to say this once.... I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET!!!"