Now the bears were approaching their home and saw that the door stood wide open. They cautiously entered the kitchen and examined their surroundings.
“What happened? Who could it be?”
Papa Bear growled as he looked down in to his bowl, “Someone’s had a bite of my porridge!”
“Mine to!” Mama bear added.
“Someone didn’t just take a bite of mine,” Baby bear sniffled, “They ate every bite!”
“Look,” Papa bear called, “They were in here too.” Baby bear ran into the room and tears started to run down his furry cheeks.
“My chair, it’s ruined!” he cried.
“We’d better check the bedroom too.” Mama bear suggested and they all stepped into the next room.

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