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 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, "For goodness sake, how many times do we  have to go through this
with you guys?  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 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
yourselves 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 FRIGGIN PORRIDGE  YET !!"

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Burmese are like potato chips, you can't just have one.