The Real Story of the Three Bears


have decided to add another element to my blog so that you, my loyal readers (thanks Mom), can look forward to a particular day of the week and my postings.  I will be calling this day “Funny Friday” and will try to write or post a funny story or joke.

For my first post, I want you all to know that I did not write this.  I had this sent to me a long time ago and just stumbled upon it again.  So please enjoy the laugh (I did), but although I wish I were this clever I really wasn’t and I want to be sure I told you all that up front.

The True Story of the 3 Bears 

A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning….

Baby bear goes downstairs, 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 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 goodness sake, how many times do I 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 swept the floor in the kitchen. 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 table.’

‘It was Mummy Bear who walked the dog, cleaned the cat’s litter tray, gave them their food, and refilled their water.’

‘And now that you’ve decided to drag yourselves downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once….’


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  1. Suzanne Moore
    Jan 27, 2012

    That’s hysterical!!! Thanks for the laugh. I have never read that before :)