Once upon a time there were three bears. One morning Daddy bear tried his porridge and said, "This porridge is too hot. Let's go for a walk in the forest until it cools down."
And Mummy bear said, "You bastard! I spend my life slaving after you. I clean the house, I make do with ricketty old chairs and a pokey little hovel miles away from my friends and a single bedroom that everyone shares, and all you do is loaf around the picnic area with your low-life friends freeloading off tourists. Have you no pride? And when I get up at 6 a.m. to cook breakfast, what do you do? Complain! Have you any idea how difficult it is to get oats in the middle of the bloody forest? My mother was right about you... "
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