One day as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.
"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.
"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.
Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.
"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Hen. "Who will cut the wheat?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.
"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.
When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will thresh the wheat?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.
"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.
When the wheat was threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.
"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.
She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.
"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.
She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"
"Oh! I will," said the Duck.
"And I will," said the Cat.
"And I will," said the Dog.
This is where my mother always left off and let me decide on my own - so I will do that as well, and let you (few) readers do that!
6 comments:
I'm very hungry. If I ask very politely, may I have a chicken, lettuce and mayo sandwich please?
Of course.
Nobody, I thought the selflessness of the little red hen would be right up your alley!
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when I first read this I thought where the heck is she going with this, that maggie may!
the little red hen is one swell chick
;)
pun intended
nobody does that sandwich include a good shaking of black pepper?
I've always loved this little tale, and more so since my mum would let me decide what the hen did.
I think it speaks to the fact that those who do most of the work end up with nothing while the lazy pigs expect everything for nothing.
Lately, I've felt ALOT like the little red hen. But I rise above it all and still share my bread.
Oh, and btw when I was little I always told mum I would still share the bread, and hoped that the duck, cat and dog would help me next time.
Yeah, I know I was deluded even then.
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