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.
Daddy Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his
big bowl. 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
screams, "For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this? I
haven't made the fucking porridge yet!!".
