You ever made a biscuit?

My mom used to make the very best porridge, until one day she was attacked by a bear named Goliath. This bear was abnormally small, weighing 37 pounds. Goliath tore at my mother with his gargantuan claws, and stole her porridge. My mother was left crying with a tattered parasol and three confused children. Then something amazing happened. Goliath came back through the kitchen window and bandaged my mother's leg. He then prepared porridge for the entire family, including our cat Oscar. It was on this special day that Goliath grew several sizes larger and became a real bear. He now weighs 590 pounds and eats asparagus with makeshift utensils composed of old molasses and sprigs of thyme. Recently, it was reported that Goliath became an ophthalmologist and lives in outer Queens, providing medical care to underserved inner city youth. It seemed to me the first time I met Goliath that he was destined for this path. I find it rather beautiful that he was able to overcome his personal hardships and achieve his dream of eyesight for all.