Do they sing a sweet song in the oven as they bake?
I see you little guys with your beady little eyes, sizing me up. You think you're soooo tough because you were just in a 400 degree oven and barely broke a sweat but let me tell you something: I could fit two of you in my mouth at once.
If only every teacup came with an expectant little bear faces. Don't worry bears, I'll give you a lovely warm home in my belly where you can hang out with your friends roast chicken, potatoes and kale. It will be nice to see them again won't it?