Once upon a time, last Friday afternoon, Mama bear’s tummy started to growl. She was hungry for a snack. In fact, to be perfectly honest, she was having a craving for chocolate.
She wanted chocolate cake with creamy frosting. But when she checked the cupboards, she found none.
(none)
She thought about making her own cake but she had no energy.
(none at all)
Then she decided to have some Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream. But when she checked the freezer, she found none.
(none)
Then she dreamed of Godiva chocolates. But that was only a dream.
(a day dream)
She looked and she looked and finally she found something that might possibly satisfy her craving. It was Nutella. Every good Mama bear buys her cubs animal crackers, so she got those out, too. Then she got a knife.
Her five bear cubs of various sizes were busy in the other room, playing games, so Mama bear sat cross legged on the couch, turned on the news, and ate animal cracker after animal cracker, all spread thick with creamy, chocolaty Nutella.
Soon Mama bear was beginning to feel full. But she recklessly kept on eating anyway. Then, along came her baby bear cub. He wanted his Mama to share and so she did, happily. She started making baby bear his own crackers w/Nutella. Baby bear had some organizational skills and so he lined them all up like this:
Mama bear decided to eat one of Baby bear’s crackers. But this made Baby bear very mad.
Not only did he take it back, he also made himself a new one.
Mama bear was starting to feel very silly from all that sugar. So she decided to do some decorating.
She decided to start with Baby bear’s itty bitty nose.
And then, she decorated Baby bear’s favorite choo-choo, the dirty ink-faced James.
Mama bear’s tummy was round and full when she finally got up and brushed the crumbs off her shirt. She twirled the tops back on the cookie jar and the Nutella and looked at the clock.
Hopefully her chocolate fix and silly mood would last through the next few hours, until Big Papa bear came home. Although she was a bear, she tried hard not to act like one. It was very difficult to keep herself from growling at times.
Chocolate seemed to help with attitude and endurance problems and so Mama bear got back to work, feeling much better after her snack. She was a Very Busy Mama, but no mama should ever too busy for chocolate.
The End
(not exactly like June Cleaver, huh?)
Good to be Home 