It was a sunny morning in the big forest.
Baby Bear went downstairs sat at his small chair at the table, looked at his small bowl and saw it was empty.
“Who’s been eating my porridge?” he squeaked.
Father Bear came to the table and sat in his big chair. He looked into his big bowl, it was empty too.
“Who’s been eating my porridge?” he roared.
Mother Bear stuck her head round the kitchen door and yelled, “For Pete’s sake, how many times do we have to go through this? It was Mother Bear who go up first. It was Mother Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mother Bear who went out into the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper. It was Mother Bear who set the table. It was Mother Bear who put the cat out, cleaned the litter box and filled the cat’s water and food dish. It was Mother Bear who let the dog out for a run and fed her.
“And now that you’ve decided to come down stairs and grace me with your presence, listen well because I’m only going to say this one more time: I haven’t made the porridge yet.”